A pair of silver-haired old men holding hands were passing through their window, looking into the car with memories, looking at the two people hugging each other enviously, and laughing with kindness in blessings. They also lived like that when they were young!

Although his burning eyes were so straightforward, An Qin's face turned red and she was buried shyly in Nanmen Zun's arms, which made the man laugh loudly. He waved his hand and said something to the old people in French. The two old people looked at each other and left with a smile.

The hands we carried together have never been released!

"Nanmen Zun, what are you doing?" She pounded him. There were people coming and going in the square. In order to see the scenery, they drove a car with transparent windows. Half of the windows were still shaken down. The lingering kiss just now was definitely more than the cute couple.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her lips, "You are all my wife, what are you afraid of?"

"Who is your wife!" she blushed and quibbled.

"A woman wearing my wedding ring!" Holding her hand tightly, he stared at the unique ring on her slender hand with smugness, and couldn't help but kiss again, "Good wife!"

I noticed that someone was passing by the car. She didn't care about tenderness and honey words and hurriedly wanted to get out, but was domineeringly locked up by the Nanmen Zun. "This is Paris, the French like romance. This square is the famous love square. We kiss here. It doesn't matter, don't be embarrassed!"

"Hey! You!" An Qin gritted her teeth and pulled out her hand, returning to the passenger seat, "Don't you take me to visit a few more places? Let's go!"

Looking at her blush, Nanmen Zun's gloomy mood had long been thrown out of the sky. Now he only has her, and she only has him!

The whole day of fun was over, and after the night came, An Qin was so excited that she was lying on the bed and didn't want to move. Nanmen Zun took a very excited shower and changed into her handsome clothes, "Go downstairs to eat!"

"Can you eat in the room?" She turned over and pointed at the large long table outside.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bowed his head and smiled ambiguously in her ear, "I don't have the heart to eat in the room, I just want to eat you!"

"Don't!" She sat up and cleaned herself up every little while, "Go downstairs, I'm so hungry!"

He smiled ambiguously and grabbed her hands downstairs.

They walked into the only Chinese restaurant downstairs. The waiter politely opened the door for the two of them and invited them to the long table in the middle of the restaurant, with goose yellow carved candles on it, fragrant lilies adorning the tabletop, and two bottles of exquisite red wine were placed obliquely in the center of the table. All this was warm and beautiful in the quiet atmosphere.

An Qin looked around in confusion, "Why is Chinese restaurant so unpopular in France?"

"Huh?" Nanmen Zun was immersed in their happy times and never noticed her sudden question.

She pointed around, "No one except us!"

His mouth twitched, and his eyebrows raised cheerfully, "Yes, no one is right!"

The waiter from China kindly pursed his lips and lit candles for them to pour red wine. She served a few French Chinese dishes that she liked very much. The waiter slowly exited the hall as soon as the lights were turned off.

The violin music started, and An Qin smiled after realizing it, "Candlelight supper?"

Nanmen Zun smiled helplessly.

She suddenly said, "Did you use this method to pick up girls? But it's pretty good, I like it!"

"Are you my girl? I remind you again, you are my wife!" He picked up the red wine glass and touched her gently, "Wife, thank you!"

Her delicate body shook, and when the wine glasses collided, her heart seemed to be bumped, and she turned her eyes uneasily, "What do you thank me?"

"Thank you to marry me, thank you for your hard work to protect me!" In the candlelight, his sincere eyes shone brightly, and the sinisterness was pulled away and filled with intoxicating tenderness. The soft affection was like a vortex attracting people into the depths.

She was drunk with that sip of red wine!

He carefully picked up the dishes she liked for her. He stared at her gently. Her palms were so nervous that she was sweating and her face was so blushing that it made people unable to help bite. He got up and took her hand and pulled her into his arms, "Let's dance!"

"I won't..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito silk, shy and nervous.

He smiled, "Just close your eyes and follow my rhythm!"

Waltz was lingering and melodious, stepping on the nodes of the music, she closed her eyes and put her on his shoulders, and handed herself completely into his hands. When she was spinning and trying to dance in the night sky, she leaned back into his arms. Her only reliance was his arms, but she closed her eyes peacefully and quietly and breathed gently, feeling the lingering sweetness of this song.

"Great dance!" He helped her up and stared into her eyes.

Her face was slightly red. I don’t know if it was a little drunk or the moonlight was too blurry. The scene of the two of them being nervous and heartbeat was extremely awkward. She laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

She shook her head and glanced at a black tripod piano placed next to her, "Can you play a song for me?"

Looking along her gaze, Nanmen Zun looked complicated, and the scene of familiar questions and familiarity, his heart tugged slightly, An Qin looked at the complexity that could not be concealed in his eyes, "On the day we got the certificate, you played in that noisy living room, but I didn't hear it!"

"No one heard it!" Because the sound of the piano was very small and the sound around him was very loud, he couldn't hear it, let alone others, and it was because he couldn't hear it that he was willing to play it.

His eyes were far away, as if there was his deepest memory in the distant place. He didn't want anyone to touch it, and it belonged only to him. She even felt that the memory was related to a woman!

This intuition made her eyes swell and still a little sour. She blinked in amusement and sat back at the dining table, "There are still a lot of delicious food, continue?"

"You eat, I play!"

He suddenly turned around and smiled, slowly walked towards the black piano, lifted the cover and stroked each black and white key flexibly. The sound of the piano penetrated into his ears. He sat down on the stool, and his hands naturally opened and placed them on both sides.

His face raised and looked at the dazzling chandelier as if he was thinking about what kind of song to compose. Before his face was lowered, his fingers tightened and began to move quickly. The passionate and angry melody emerged with a powerful touch, slowly turning into the most painful and entangled notes. When the sentence gradually became the order of An Qin's tears were about to fall, the tune suddenly changed.

The joy is filled with a hint of sorrow, and the sorrow is filled with a hint of sweetness. It makes people want to laugh but want to cry, but they can't cry. Finally, the heart-warming song gradually subsides and turns into the most lingering love song.

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It seemed that it was not over again, until he was taken back to the room from downstairs, and he still felt music in his ears. He gently bit her lips and said, "What should I do?"

"Hmm?" She raised her eyebrows shyly and looked at him in surprise, "What?"

"Your lingering look makes me regret playing the piano?" He smiled and frowned, extremely helpless.

"Why?"

"Because, if you are not focused enough about what you will do next, wouldn't I be too pitiful?" Xie Si smiled, and he kissed her lips in a charming way. The warm intimacy and sweetness made the two of them shocked each other, and they were all trembling like never before.

Late autumn moonlit night.

The unique and beautiful scenery of exotic Paris encloses the hotel into the most luxurious kingdom. In the warm and overflowing presidential suite, two figures overlap deeply.

The clear eyes of black and white fell into the dark brown eyes of love that surged like a tide of the abyss.

Kissing her cheeks one by one, it was like a dragonfly squirting water, causing a blush whenever she went, until An Qin's face blushed to the base of her neck. The man tapped her red cheeks and chuckled and pressed her on the soft bed.

He wanted a deeper intimate contact until the two became one and could not be separated for a long time.

His fingers were like sparks of prairie fire, constantly catching fire on her skin. An Qin stared at his gradually deeper eyes in a daze, suddenly grabbed his hand, shook her head gently, "Don't!"

Nanmen Zun paused, stroked her nervous body pity, and pushed away her delicate eyebrows with fingers, "Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle, I will make sure that it won't hurt this time!"

She opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. He said this last time, but...

The lowered eyes were filled with painful memories, and Nanmen Zun was shocked. It turned out that such a beautiful and intimate thing between men and women was a great pain in her impression that she was indifferent whenever he worked very hard.

Kissing her eyes, he smiled helplessly and pity, hugged her sideways, no longer pressing her with a high attitude, and stroked her smooth back. He asked her softly, "Does it hurt every time?"

She frowned and pursed her lips and chose not to answer.

The answer is vainly obvious.

His chin rubbed against her head, and Nanmen Zun smiled bitterly: "You made me feel that I was really failed. As your man, you have never let you enjoy the closest intimacy between us. So, can you give me a chance? Let me work hard for you!"

He bowed his head and she raised her head. Their eyes met under the romantic light. Such lingering and gentle eyes seemed to melt her whole heart, and entanglement flashed over and over again in her eyes.

He simply lowered his head and swallowed her stomach full of entanglement, put his tongue into her body and entangled her with her, disbanding the sad mess and weaving it into a warm and warm dress.

His momentum was gentle and fierce, and he was slowly boiled from soft to water. An Qin leaned against his arms, grabbed his shoulders, raised his neck, and longed for precious oxygen.

She didn't know how to breathe, and this young ignorance deeply touched him. He loosened her lips and slowly slid downwards, kissing every skin of her body inch by inch with worshipful piety.

Seeing her trembling slightly under her body, the insignificant response was great encouragement, as if a powerful joy injected into his body, causing a wave of heat. The wave of heat gathered wildly towards a certain point in his body, and the increasingly fierce attack turned him into a wolf.

The solid body became hot and hot. The hand that was climbing his shoulders slightly relaxed, and he avoided it with shyness and fear. Nanmen Zun gasped, gritted his teeth and removed all the clothes on his body, gently pressed down and kissed her ear, "Hold me!"

Then, patiently waiting for her to slowly reach out and try to climb up his neck again, and snuggle himself into his arms. He bit her ears and his tongue with a cute little earlobe, "Do you know what day is today?"

"Hmm?" She gasped, trying to avoid his fatal seduction.

He smiled and took her in her mouth and sucked her badly, letting her go, holding her face in a ruthless manner, forcing her to fall into his world, "Happy birthday, wife!"

Her pupils shrank, then quickly dissipated, and her surprise and joy turned into tears in her eyes. Few people remembered her birthday, but they never thought he would remember it?

"Why are you..." The voice was already choked, she forced herself to look at him and endured the tears that were about to fall.

He kissed her eyes and swallowed her tears into his mouth. He smiled pity, "Silly, you are my wife, of course I remember!"

She burst into tears and laughed, threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, then raised her little head, "Then my parents?"

"I called them and said we were traveling in Paris to celebrate your birthday. They made us have fun, so..." He smiled evilly and bit her earlobe again.

Her delicate body trembled, and a shy wave of heat penetrated into her from his body, causing her to show signs of redness. She gritted her teeth and felt him peeling off her coat little by little, marking his own marks in the shy sensitive area.

"Wife, you are so beautiful!"

He stared deeply at the flawless body beneath him. Every time he looked directly, there was another thrilling beauty, which shocked his soul. He sighed deeply, touching every forbidden area he wanted to touch with his fingers.

The soft whiteness fell into his palm. The delicate feeling stimulated his senses. At first he couldn't bear to hurt her. He teased her gently. He listened to her gradually deepening breathing and increased his strength. His evil fingers swept across the delicate buds at the top from time to time.

The broken voice scattered softly at her mouth, her fingers nervously grabbed his hand, and she shook her head as if she was happy and painful, "So strange!"

"There is something even more strange!" He smiled badly, letting her hold the hand and do something to her under her control that itchy and indescribable to her. The other hand slid down the flat and sexy curve of his lower abdomen. He touched her secret base, which was slightly wet.

Even the simple and slight emotion made him feel anxious and uncomfortable as if he was burning. He cursed, "Little Fairy!" In her resistance, her flexible fingers touched the private area and slowly found the most difficult sensitivity to her.

He rubbed his index fingers up to the bulge in the center, and with a gentle touch, her delicate body trembled violently, her hands climbed onto his back, her legs shyly closed, and the most moving reminder came from her beautiful throat, "Well..."

"Is it comfortable?" he asked softly in her ear.

She nodded and shook her head again, trying to open her mouth and say something, but suddenly she felt something penetrate into her body, as if it was his... fingers!

She was so embarrassed that she hurriedly clamped her legs, closing her eyes tightly with shame, and her shy voice was filled with trembling voice, "What are you doing? Don't...please, get out quickly!"
To be continued...