Different from what he had said out of the blue in the past, Rouyu's calm and calm tone contained the true feelings that moved Zhihao. When Zhihao carried Rouyu back to the bedroom, his steps were a little heavy.
By accepting Rouyu, she will become his own woman in a true sense, both in content and form. When Zhihao gently placed Rouyu on the bed, he was still thinking secretly that Rouyu would eliminate his fear psychologically.
Do you conflict with others? Will you still be so nervous and regard yourself as a scourge?
Rouyu lay quietly on the bed, looking at Zhihao quietly with her eyes.
Zhihao said softly, "Yu'er, if you still feel you are not ready..."
Rou Yu's gentle and calm voice interrupted Zhihao's words, "Yu'er is ready, you can do whatever you want."
A good person can do anything, he is upright and awe-inspiring, and he regards death as home. Zhihao smiled slightly, sat next to Rouyu, and touched Rouyu's face with his warm hands. The rosy and delicate luster was harmonious and integrated with the warm room.
for a romantic whole.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, silent, what else could they say? In such a warm and romantic night, they had gone through so many hardships, and now they came together, it was a natural thing.
After all, a girl, or a woman, has the tenderness of a woman, Rouyu said in a low voice, with a shyness that could not be completely shaken off.
"Draw the curtains."
Zhihao stood up and closed the curtains, forming a closed space from the outside world. Zhihao just sat down...
"Light...the candles."
Zhihao stood up, took a bright red candle, lit it, put it on the bedside table, and sat down.
"Turn off the lights."
Zhihao turned off the wall lamp, and the room became softer in a different way, more warm and romantic. Far from being comparable to the warm electric light source, it was natural and gave people a non-toxic and harmless feeling.
"close the door…"
Zhihao stood up, closed the door, and sat down again.
It's a bit interesting, Rouyu always dances every word, and Zhihao does each thing patiently and meticulously. This may also be a kind of tenderness, a different kind of romance.
Zhihao put his hand on Rouyu's face again and stroked it gently. In the past two days, Zhihao has developed a good habit of only touching Rouyu's face, arms, or shoulders, and never touching other places.
There is a strict distinction here, forming a subtle gap between affection, care, or seeking benefits, etc.
This time, instead of hiding under the quilt, looking at the beautiful figure under the candlelight, Zhihao looked at her calmly and solemnly, with absolutely no blasphemy at all.
Rouyu's shy face was already turning red...
The director is definitely the identity of the director. Whether it is a senior famous director, calm and determined; a rookie who has just emerged, confused and eager to try; or a novice with no experience at all. Rouyu is playing the role
Playing the role of a director, he has a calm and peaceful mind, which is so calm that Zhihao is slightly surprised.
Under the dim candlelight, in the warm room, facing each other calmly and honestly, Zhihao sat next to Rouyu, with pitying eyes, unhurried and calm, as if he was about to perform a solemn and sacred ceremony.
The urgency and anxiety will destroy the perfect existence, let alone being careless.
"Your figure is very beautiful, more beautiful than human sculptures." Rouyu praised in a low voice.
"Yu'er's figure is more beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy." Zhihao's reply was also sincere.
"If Yu'er didn't ask you, would you never touch Yu'er?" Rouyu asked calmly, not accusingly.
"Yeah." Zhihao nodded and answered calmly, not perfunctorily.
"You have Yu'er in your heart."
"Yu'er also has me in her heart, full of it." Zhihao's words were emotional and came from the heart.
"You want Yu'er...will you still cherish Yu'er? Just like before." Rouyu's soft voice, because of its inherent shyness, has a somewhat confusing logic, but Zhihao understands it very clearly, and his gestures are tacit.
Zhihao nodded, took the matter seriously, and suddenly sat up. Under Rouyu's surprised eyes, Zhihao calmly put on his clothes.
Rouyu was startled and sat up.
Zhihao held Rouyu in his arms, just like he had held his cute little sister before, Zhihao was as calm as ever.
Zhihao said sternly, "Yu'er, listen, if you are worried, never let me touch you, and I won't touch you now. In this way, my heart will always be full of novelty and desire for you, then Yu'er
She will always be the innocent sister. Haven’t we always been like this?”
Rouyu looked at Zhihao blankly, her charming face changed from shy to a full smile, and then returned from a full smile to a shy peach blossom, and she plunged into Zhihao's arms, "What else is Yu'er worried about?
For Yu'er, you will risk your life."
Zhihao nodded silently, "I am your brother, that is my responsibility."
"You are also Yu'er's man now."
"Then I should take more responsibility."
"Yu'er is no longer pure. Do you still like Yu'er?"
Zhihao held Rouyu's face, and there were pearl-like tears in those furry eyes.
Zhihao said seriously again, looking directly into Rou Yu's eyes, "Yu'er, in my mind, your purity will always exist and remain unchanged forever. There is no difference between now and the past. If Yu'er has to distinguish the difference, then
It was also caused by me. It’s not that I have to say words of gratitude or apology. It’s because I like the way you are, whether it’s now or in the past.”
Rouyu felt something in her heart, whether it was sweet or sour, like the soothing waves of the breeze in her heart. Rouyu suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhihao openly, with a little smile like a flower, and an extremely charming voice, "You
Do you still want Yu'er now?"
Zhihao smiled slightly, "Yes, why not?"
Rouyu's bright red face gave Zhihao a blank look, "Then...what...are you...doing like this?"
Zhihao threw off his clothes, hugged Rou Yu into his arms again, and asked quietly, "Yu'er, aren't you scared now?"
Rouyu nodded, calmly and calmly, "I'm not afraid anymore. You are kind and you love me, so Yu'er is not afraid."
Zhihao kissed Rou Yu, tenderly and with infinite love, "Yu'er, I will let you experience happiness..."
Rouyu experienced happiness.
Soft and calm candlelight, a warm and romantic room, two soft and calm people embracing each other, conveying warmth and romance to them.
Rouyu is in Zhihao's arms. Now, if she doesn't rush in front of Zhihao, Zhihao won't even be able to see that smiling face.
Rouyu was smiling brightly, her smile was right in front of Zhihao's face, and she was beaming.
Zhihao asked Rouyu softly, "Yu'er, are you happy?"
Rouyu's face turned red to her ears again, and she buried her face in front of Zhihao again, but this time she didn't bury it deeply, but only lightly, slightly avoiding Zhihao's affectionate and smiling eyes.
Rouyu murmured in a low voice, extremely charming, "I hate it so much, I won't say anything..."
