From beginning to end, he was serving her, not possessing her.
Like a devout believer, worshiping his faith.
Ji Anan batted her long eyelashes and looked at his handsome, sweaty face. For a moment, she felt like crying.
I want to hug him and tell him how much she loved her before and how much she still loves him now.
The unfinished globe in the cupboard, the glass ball filled with snowflakes, lies quietly the secret of love:
January you haven't shown up yet
February you sleep next door
It rained heavily in March
Roses everywhere in April
In May, we sat across from each other as if in a dream
In June, the grass is in full bloom and everything is fragrant.
In July, there is a mixture of sorrow and joy. The waves of wheat roll along with the grassland until the end of the world.
In August I keep my mouth shut, I am the water in the bottle, you are the clouds in the sky
September and October are two eyes, filled with the sea. You are on the sea and I am under the sea.
November has not yet arrived. Through its window, I saw December, which was filled with heavy snow...
…
Beiming Shaoxi's heavy body fell on her, and his short hair was wet with sweat.
Ji Anan's slender fingers were inserted into his hair, and her eyes were red.
"Ji An'an, do you feel good?" He gasped in a low voice, not because he was tired, but because he was restraining himself from the torture of his love bath.
He wanted her... he wanted her crazily, but he couldn't touch her.
She always said that he approached her for the love bath, and he wanted to tell her that even if she couldn't stay with him in bed, he would still hold her and just sleep every day.
Stay with her and sleep for the rest of your life! Abstinence for the rest of your life!
"You're so heavy...go away..." Ji Anan restrained his emotions and ignored the hot iron between his legs.
Beiming Shaoxi turned over, took out several tissues, and wiped her clean carefully.
Ji Anan pushed his hand away, walked out of bed with weak legs, and entered the bathroom.
"What would you like to eat for breakfast?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
The cold closing sound of the door shut... Ji Anan bit her finger. She knew what to do, which could arouse his inner demons and hurt him.
She only needs to say a word to make him lose control and turn back into the ruthless devil.
…
Breakfast is her favorite pasta flavor, poached eggs topped with tomato sauce...
The soup that had been simmered all night was brought to her.
After Beiming Shaoxi moved in, the aunt she invited for her was kicked away by her.
Ji Anan ate the noodles indifferently, while Beiming Shaoxi looked at her and took a bite, like a puppy observing its master's face.
He doesn't know what to do, he only knows that he is willing to do for her whatever he can't do for others. This is love.
He could step down from the altar for her and become an ordinary man, doing laundry, cooking, taking care of children, shopping for groceries, becoming a terrible man that he despises the most and is the most useless, and he would be happy with it.
But in Ji Anan's eyes, everything he did was bullshit.
He made soup for the first time, cooked for the first time, bathed a woman for the first time, wiped her hair, served her to drink milk, and dressed her...
He doesn't know how to be romantic, but for her, he learned it all...
He had never given anyone a gift. After meeting her, he gave her all his gifts and himself.
He couldn't do anything well, but the food wasn't delicious enough, he seemed clumsy in serving her, and the coffee with milk and polysaccharide was too bitter!
There are no sweet words in his romance, and the gifts may not be the most expensive or exquisite in the world, but they are all he put his thought into.