The spacious living room is right in front of you.
Almost as soon as she stepped into the room, the complicated and brilliant crystal chandelier in the center of the living room suddenly lit up. Under the shadow of the lamp was an open space, but if you look carefully, you will find several deep marks on the carpet, probably
There used to be a sofa and coffee table here, but it was moved because of the decoration of the new house.
Directly opposite is a floor-to-ceiling window.
The night view outside the window is dim and graceful.
In front of the window, a honey-colored European-style small round table stood with soft luster under a row of spotlights. Several incense candles were burning on it, and the candlelight swayed gently, illuminating the red wine and crystal clear goblets standing beside it.
There was also a bouquet of flowers placed on the edge of the cup. It was the bouquet that she had not been able to throw out because of the chaos.
It is composed of dreamy purple lavender and crimson phalaenopsis.
The interplay of lights and candlelight, and the color of the coffee table, make it particularly eye-catching.
She remembered that she put the flower in the lounge and never took it back.
Why are you here now?
"This flower..."
"The bouquet is the messenger of happiness at the wedding and the guardian of the bride. Su Nuanxia and the others made such a fuss about the wedding, but you didn't abandon it, so it couldn't complete the mission of the messenger. I happened to see it
I brought it back in the lounge. I selfishly wanted it to be your guardian and help me continue to protect you!"
Lu Yan stood right in front of him.
He was holding her hand and staring at her quietly.
Outside the window, the night was hazy, with faint starlight.
The spotlight above his head shone brightly, reflecting on his handsome face. The halo seemed to turn him into a pale ink painting. Under the long and strong eyebrows, the pair of dark eyes were deep and deep,
It seemed to be bewitching and tempting, making her unable to take her eyes off him.
The two look at each other.
Her thoughts gradually became clearer, and he occupied most of them, as if there was a kind of magic power that could gently dissipate the worries that had been lingering in her mind and bothering her for a long time.
"Are you hungry?"
There was a smile on his lips and a considerate and gentle look in his eyes.
That tenderness and sweetness, if it were someone with weak willpower, he might be able to get drunk without drinking.
Fortunately, Miss Bo has a stronger willpower, or rather has a higher immunity, and has a thicker skin, so she did not get dizzy because of the charm of the handsome man in front of her.
She quickly withdrew her gaze and looked down at the scented candles on the table.
She called him slightly tiredly: "Ayan..."
"It seems you're not hungry, just tired."
He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her: "When you are tired, it is better to drink one glass of wine to relieve your fatigue."
"Really? It's time for me to relieve my fatigue. I'm really exhausted today!"
But for her, alcohol would only make her more tired. Because it was not her body that was tired, but her mind. Year after year, she was in a state of nervous tension, and she could only respond.
After arriving here and roaming around Paris with Lu Yan for a few days, she finally felt a little relaxed.
But she didn't expect that this kind of relaxation would be a luxury for her.
No, just a few days after relaxing, she returned to that tight state. But this time, she couldn't figure out who her opponent was and was completely in a passive state. So this tight state
The feeling became more and more intense. So much so that even the wedding night, which was supposed to be filled with tenderness and sweetness, had somewhat changed its flavor.
