In the middle of the night, even though the Xiang family had their men on duty and patrolling, it was still as quiet as lifeless.
Xiang Yutian took her hand forcefully and walked to a secluded place.
In front of a door.
"What are you bringing me here for?" Jiang Weiwei looked at Xiang Yutian in confusion.
"Go in."
Xiang Yutian leaned against the door, staring at her face with his deep eyes, gesturing for her to go in alone.
Jiang Weiwei was a little confused, but he still stretched out his hand and opened the door.
Like a slowed down shot, the door is slowly opened.
A stream of air was brought in, and something was dangling above her head.
Jiang Weiyi raised his head and was completely shocked.
It was a small room, only about 20 square meters by visual inspection. Lines fell from the ceiling, and densely packed peach wood bookmarks hung there, embellishing the entire ceiling.
The bookmark is exquisite.
The bookmarks are hung at different heights, like wind chimes.
All the mahogany bookmarks are swaying gently, like a floating ocean, with waves rising...
The light shines on the bookmark, giving off the most beautiful light.
Jiang Weiwei walked in in shock, every step he took was stiff.
Because she saw that each piece of the hanging peach wood bookmarks was engraved with her name: Miaomiao.
It's all insignificant.
On the surrounding walls, there are paintings, large and small, all of which are the "little girl's back"...
Light strokes.
The bells of the purple rope gold bells are bright and brilliant in color.
The little girl's hair floated in the direction of the wind...
These are all...
"Every painting was painted by me; every word on the bookmark was engraved by me." Xiang Yutian's voice sounded behind her.
"..."
Jiang Weiyi turned his head blankly and looked at him in disbelief.
How many paintings are hung here, how many bookmarks are here, all are done by his own hands...
Xiang Yutian looked at her deeply, raised his long legs and walked towards her step by step. His coquettish face was marked with the solemnity that determines everything. His aura was overwhelming, and his eyes were so deep that no one could guess the truth in his eyes.
He walked towards her.
Jiang Wei subconsciously stepped back.
Xiang Yutian walked up to her, his height overwhelming her. He stared deeply into her face and pressed one hand on the picture frame beside her head.
His fingertips touched the string of bells.
"You said that all I fell in love with was that clean memory. Now, if I'm still willing to touch you, does that prove that I really fall in love with you?"
His tone was arrogant and arrogant, and his eyes reflected coquettish bewitchment.
Brighter than the overhead lights.
Jiang Weiwei was shocked to digest every word he said, but he was not generous and did not give her time to digest everything.
He lowered his head, covered her lips again, and pulled off her pajamas with his big palm...
"Well..."
Jiang Weiyi moaned softly, Xiang Yutian kissed her lips passionately, eagerly pulled off his shirt with one hand, and touched the belt buckle at his waist.
She saw the tattoo beneath his collarbone.
vague.
Just one word made her heart tremble violently.
He said that everything he did now proved that he really fell in love with her...
"Um……"
Xiang Yutian suddenly kissed her ear, held it between his lips and sucked it gently.
Jiang Weiyi suddenly turned into a puddle of water in his arms, raising his head emotionally, the rationality in his head was completely pulled away, and his hands tried to touch his chest before slowly sliding down...
Xiang Yutian hugged her tightly.
Jiang Weiwei felt a burst of pain as he took possession of her.