The thick green hair poured down from the shoulders, glowing with a light ink color, drawing an elegant arc in the air, and fluttering.
Those bright brows were full of energy.
Wen Tian's breath froze.
After a long time, she walked towards the largest oil painting.
Her hand stretched out.
The fingers trembled slightly.
She gently caressed the oil painting as if caressing some rare treasure.
After a moment, she slowly looked around at the room filled with various paintings of hers, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
She knew that Pei Shaomu liked her, liked her very much, but she really didn't know that this man's love for her had penetrated into his bones.
Because the time of painting is marked underneath the oil painting, which was many years ago.
Not long after she and Pei Shaomu met for the first time.
It turns out that at that time, the man had himself in mind, and he drew so many vivid paintings.
Wen Tian's tears suddenly fell.
She never knew that for such a long time, there was a man who had always liked her.
The warm and sweet heart is like the rising tide of the sea.
After a long, long time, the tears finally stopped falling.
Wen Tian wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
She quietly walked out of the room, carefully closed the door, and then walked down the stairs into the kitchen.
The kitchen smells delicious.
Man is cooking food.
Even doing such homely things, he still couldn't hide his nobility.
Wen Tian walked over and put her arms around Pei Shaomu's waist, her face pressed against Pei Shaomu's back.
Pei Shaomu's body stiffened slightly.
After a moment, the man's low tone came: "Wen Tian, what's wrong?"
This was the first time Wen Tian had done such an intimate gesture.
Wen Tian sniffed: "Pei Shaomu, I saw the things in your room, the things in your pink door."
Pei Shaomu was startled for breath.
After a moment, his voice became even lower: "Yeah."
"Pei Shaomu, you fell in love with me nine years ago."
"Um."
"why did not you tell me."
The man's voice contained a touch of helplessness: "I told you during the dance, do you remember what you said then?"
Wen Tian sniffed again: "I don't remember."
"You said I'm too old."
Wen Tian: "..."
She said in a more choked voice with a hint of laughter: "Did I say that?"
"have."
Pei Shaomu gently pulled Wen Tian's hand away and turned around. He stared at Wen Tian: "Have you forgotten?"
Wen Tian's eyes were red: "I forgot."
Pei Shaomu's eyes fell on Wen Tian's red eyes, and his tone was filled with distress: "Why are you crying?"
"No." Wen Tian said in a low voice: "Pei Shaomu, I just feel very moved and moved. I was so moved when I saw those paintings of yours that I couldn't control my emotions."
"Idiot." The man's tone was endearing.
He reached out and stroked Wen Tian's red eyes: "Don't cry anymore, I don't want you to shed tears. The tears of a Wen Tian woman are very precious, don't shed them casually."
Wen Tian nodded hard.
She raised her eyes and looked at Pei Shaomu: "Can I kiss you?"
"good."
Wen Tian stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Pei Shaomu's lips.
The man's lips were moist.
Not long after she kissed Pei Shaomu's lips, the man turned his back and held Wen Tian's head, and he launched an attack.
Wen Tian couldn't help but put her arms around Pei Shaomu's waist, almost hanging on Pei Shaomu's body.
The kiss became more and more intense.
Wen Tian almost felt like she couldn't breathe, but she still didn't want to stop. She just wanted to keep kissing Pei Shaomu like this, and keep kissing the man who loved her so much.
Kiss until the end of time, kiss until the end of time.
Until Li's mother's urgent voice suddenly sounded: "Oh, the vegetables are burnt, why are the vegetables burnt?"
Li Ma's voice was stuck.
She suddenly smelled the smell of burning vegetables in the living room, so she rushed in anxiously, but she never expected to see Pei Shaomu and Wen Tian kissing passionately in the kitchen.
Mother Li was dumbfounded immediately.
Fortunately, she came to her senses immediately.
Li's mother covered her eyes with her hands: "Mr. Miss Wen, please continue. I don't see anything. I don't see anything."
After saying this, Ma Li rushed out of the kitchen.
After leaving the kitchen, Ma Li put down her hands, and her wrinkled face burst into laughter.
Her husband finally reconciled with Miss Wen.
From the looks of it, I'm probably going to give birth to a baby soon.
Li Ma started to fantasize.
If the husband and Miss Wen had a baby, a wealthy lady like Miss Wen would definitely not take care of the child, and she would need the help of her mother Li.
While Li Ma was excited, she suddenly felt a little anxious.
She had not taken care of a child for a long time, and she was really afraid that she would not be able to take care of her husband's child when it was born.
Ma Li felt that she had to call her good sisters quickly to ask for advice on how to take care of her children.
Wen Tian and Pei Shaomu separated in the kitchen.
Wen Tian's face turned red into a red apple.
"The vegetables are burnt." She said with a blush.
The kiss just now was so intense that neither she nor Pei Shaomu even noticed.
"It's okay." Pei Shaomu turned around and turned off the fire. His voice was covered with a layer of lust: "Let's continue."
"ah"
Before she could open her mouth, Pei Shaomu's lips covered her, blocking Wen Tian's unfinished words.
"The kiss was intense"
The kiss became deeper and deeper.
The huge kitchen was suddenly filled with a gorgeous atmosphere.
The situation is gradually getting out of control.
Wen Tian felt the change in the man's body, which almost made Wen Tian turn into a puddle of water.
She used her last sanity to push Pei Shaomu away.
Pei Shaomu hugged Wen Tian directly
I knew that this time was not suitable, I knew that I was going to make dinner for Wen Tian, but when my passion came up, I couldn't control it.
His self-control was gone at this moment.
There is only one thought in my mind.
I want Wen Tian, I want her.
Pei Shaomu carried Wen Tian out of the room and carried her upstairs.
Of course Wen Tian knew what Pei Shaomu was going to do.
She didn't refuse.
Her slender arms hooked Pei Shaomu's neck, and her face turned as red as if it had been burned by fire.
Pei Shaomu kicked open the bedroom door with his foot, and then closed it with his foot.
He put Wen Tian on the bed in the bedroom.
A burst of nervousness surrounded Wen Tian.
Pei Shaomu clasped his fingers on his tie and pulled it open, then pulled his shirt open as well.
Wen Tian became even more nervous.
In the huge bedroom, the only sounds of Wen Tian and Pei Shaomu's breathing could be heard.
This time it was smooth sailing.
Wen Tian no longer has any interference from relatives.
At the last moment, Wen Tian held Pei Shaomu's arm tightly.
Her fingertips were trembling.
Pei Shaomu felt Wen Tian's nervousness. His other hand gently stroked Wen Tian's face: "Little girl, I will be gentle and won't hurt you."