There was no coercion for the first time, nor drugs for the second time. This time she felt his presence intimately and intimately.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to do this kind of thing with someone you love while you are conscious.
Although it hurts slightly, I am happy.
She saw flowers blooming, she saw the moonlight, and she saw surges.
I am so happy that I am willing to accompany you in ups and downs and surges.
...
The night is beautiful and gorgeous.
Snowflakes are falling outside the window, fireworks are blooming, the scenery inside the window is pleasant, and the atmosphere is warm.
Fu Xixi felt that she had lived a beautiful dream. She thought that the dream would have no end, but it would still have an end.
"Should I give you clothes to wear, or should you wear them yourself?" Bo Zhanye sat beside the bed, already wearing red pajamas and a black coat.
Noble, elegant, mature and profound.
He is still him, except that his eyes are becoming more tender and charming, and he is still as high and high and out of reach.
In comparison, Fu Xixi was particularly miserable.
She felt that she was a ruined flower, in a mess, she didn't want to move, she couldn't be herself.
If it hadn't been for their wedding room, she would have felt that everything was still so unreal.
Bo Zhanye saw her looking at him in a daze with blurry eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you looking at me and wanting more?"
"No!" Fu Xixi suddenly came back to his senses and said, "It's so late, where else are you going?"
Bo Zhanye said: "Well, I haven't done what I promised you last night. Since you don't want to move, I'll put it on for you and carry you out."
"Don't..." Fu Xixi quickly sat up and put on his clothes haphazardly, not wanting him to see it.
She was not very happy.
At that time before, he called her name and said he loved her, while bringing her the ultimate feeling of happiness.
She felt that if the two of them were close enough, their relationship would change dramatically.
But after it was over, he was still so perfect and noble, with a touch of alienation hidden in him. He seemed to be the same as before.
Then she shouldn't pester him or cling to him.
After getting dressed, Fu Xixi got up, went into the bathroom to wash up, and then came out: "Where are we going?"
Bo Zhanye held her hand: "You'll know when we get there."
He led her out.
Along the way, her little face didn't show much emotion, and she looked a bit sulky?
Bo Zhanye was always keen, how could he not notice it? He pulled her and held her in his arms:
"The expression on your wedding night, is it because your husband doesn't satisfy you, or because your skills are not up to par?"
How could he not be in place? He is clearly in place!
None of what she learned was put to use...
Fu Xixi's face suddenly turned red and she shook her head. Looking at his handsome and profound face, she wanted to say something, but felt that she was thinking too much.
After all, he said nothing, did nothing, and did nothing wrong at all.
Perhaps, I am too emotionally sensitive.
She hugged his waist: "Bo Zhanye, I love you."
Bo Zhanye was stunned by this sudden confession. It took him two full seconds to react. He raised her little face and looked at her carefully with his deep eyes:
"Why do I feel that your words "love me" contain too much profound meaning?
Do you love me more after getting closer, or do you love my body more? Hmm?"
It's the most charming time when he lowers his voice to be sultry!
Fu Xixi's heart beat faster and faster.
Well, he is still the same Bo Zhanye who loves her.
The gloom in my heart was swept away. Not only was I no longer shy, but I asked instead: