In the evening, Ye Ayen sat by the window and opened a bottle of red wine. She leaned against the wall and sat sideways beside the floor-to-ceiling glass. It was still winter in China, but she was in the tropical area. She was wearing a thin long silk top, under her jeans shorts, a pair of white straight legs, one leg was flat on the ground, the other leg curled up, stepped barefoot on the soft velvet pad, holding her legs with one hand, and holding a transparent high-footed glass cup with the other hand. The cup slowly tilted to the lips, and the translucent red liquid gently rippled, refracting the brilliance under the night sky.

Liao Jinpei walked over, sat next to Ye Yiyin, poured himself a glass of wine, and turned his slender fingers into the goblet.

A woman he had never dated suddenly became his wife. She was so close to him that she always felt that this feeling was wonderful.

"Why, haven't you gone out to pick up girls?" Ye Lingyin glanced at Liao Jinpei, her tone was lazy, "It seems that there is a red light area over there, and there are many foreign girls recruiting business."

"So generous? Are you not afraid that your husband will be infected with illness?"

"If you get sick, it will also be transmitted to those flowers and plants that you miss, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Don't say that, how many people will be transmitted to those flowers and plants if they get sick? Ye Ayan, you are really sinister."

"Stop placing the blame on me. Don't you know that there is another magical artifact called a condom in this world?"

"Forget it, what if I get photographed secretly? I feel sorry for my beautiful wife. No matter how impatient I am, I can't do it all on my honeymoon trip."

Liao Jinpei drank a small amount of red wine in his glass, and the refreshing fragrance spread in his mouth. He poured another cup, looking through the liquid in the glass, looking at the building with lights outside the window, illuminating, like a palette in a kaleidoscope.

"Ya Ayen, guess, have I ever liked you?"

"I like it, you like a lot of people, and they have all become your ex-girlfriends."

"Why do you look at things so thoroughly? I thought you should say "Don't like it," and then when I say I like it, I widen my eyes and look at me in surprise and shyness, and then we will have a kiss that will go with the flow and a loving honeymoon."

Ye Ayin glanced at him, and the look seemed to be looking at an idiot.

"You also watch bubble idol dramas? You'd better keep calm. If you watch too much, you'll easily become a brainless person."

Liao Jinpei was speechless. He really couldn't compare the girl in front of him with the pure and beautiful little sister when he first met.

Did she grow up and transform?

Still she has always been like this.

Liao Jinpei remembered the scene where Pan Yi bullied Ye Ayen at the banquet. He suddenly suspected that Pan Yi could really bully Ye Ayen?

He wanted to ask Ye Ayen, but he suddenly remembered that Pan Yi was dead. It was really not auspicious to ask about a dead person during her honeymoon trip, and Pan Yi was not important to him.

Liao Jinpei's thoughts were flying like catkins for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Ye Yanyin's calm side face. He saw her slender curly eyelashes filled with star-like lights. She was very young, beautiful, and elegant. Any random secret shot was as beautiful as a photo album. When you get along with her, it seemed like you were in a painting situation. This feeling was different from his relationship with any ex-girlfriend. Perhaps, this difference was just because she had no love in her eyes.
Chapter completed!