What she said was the truth.

There is indeed no such photo at home. She has a long history of memories and is very blurred with many things at home.

Cheng Tianyuan smiled and explained to her: "Uncle Xue moved in a hurry at that time. Later, after returning to the imperial capital, you moved again, right? You always moved around, and the journey was far away. Such small things are the easiest to lose."

Xue Ling pinched the warm little photo and couldn't help but want to take it for himself.

Cheng Tianyuan couldn't bear to let it go and whispered: "No... I only have one. I can't break it. It's better to put it in the dictionary to avoid the moisture and damage of spring."

Xue Ling pouted in disappointment and muttered: "Brother Yuan, I am one of the protagonists too! I have the right to keep it!"

Cheng Tianyuan looked at her with anger, and his eyes were filled with pampering.

"We are all together, are you still worried about not having the chance to take photos together in the future?"

When Xue Ling heard this, she felt sweet in her heart and snuggled into his arms.

"We haven't taken photos since we got married! Find an opportunity to take a photo to commemorate the major events in our life."

"Okay." Cheng Tianyuan quickly agreed and whispered: "It was too hasty when we got married, and we didn't care about many things... we're wronged."

He put down the photo, hugged her with his big hand, and hugged her tightly.

Xue Ling smiled softly and asked, "Brother Yuan, you have been keeping this photo for so many years. So have you taken it out and see it?"

Cheng Tianyuan's ears were slightly red and he nodded.

"……have."

Xue Ling was delighted and smiled again.

"real?"

Cheng Tianyuan let out a low "hmm" and then fell silent.

The atmosphere around him turned into ambiguousness. He seemed to have been holding it in for a long time and whispered: "I have always remembered our marriage... and I dare not forget it."

Xue Ling's heart moved!

When she moved out of the entrance of the Dahutong, she was still young and forgot about many things.

But he was only five years older than her, but he could remember such subtle things.

It turns out that this childhood sweetheart love is much stronger in his heart than in her heart.

Her throat choked and her heart felt hot. She raised her head and held his handsome face and printed her red lips!

Cheng Tianyuan was stunned!

He was stiff all over, but soon he came back to his senses, kissing her eagerly and excitedly, his breath was very impatient and unstable.

Xue Ling had no experience in kissing. He was so hot that his whole body was so hot that he felt very hot, and his heart was so hot that he was panting.

"Brother Yuan..."

Cheng Tianyuan had long forgotten all over the world, pressed her under him, covered her face with a passionate kiss, and rushed down her neck, and quickly pulled her clothes impatiently.

"Wife...I can't bear it this time! Tonight... okay? I'm almost feeling sad..."

Xue Ling was dizzy. After hearing his words, her face turned red with shame. She didn't know how to answer him, but she could only respond shyly to him as she felt.

Her response was already her answer.

Cheng Tianyuan panted and kissed her again, and kissed her passionately, surrounded her tightly with eagerness and passion.

The cold wind was blowing outside the house and the rain started drizzling.

The temperature inside the house is rising steadily, beautiful and enthusiastic.

While gasping and in the heat wave, young men and women are eager to be selfless and entangled.

It was late at night, the rain drips, but the enthusiasm in the room has not diminished at all...

It was the best night.

The next morning, the rain outside stopped at some point, and gusts of cold wind blew, occasionally whistling, bringing a wave of bleak wind!

Cheng Tianyuan woke up and squinted his eyes and looked at the old clock on the wall - it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

Fortunately, today is Sunday, and neither of them has to go to work, otherwise they would have been late long ago.

He was strong and naked, holding his little wife in his arms, afraid that the cold wind would come in, and the quilt would make the two of them densely packed.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and the extremely crazy pleasure of last night surged into his heart again, his eyes full of silence and joy.

The young man had a first love story, and was still young. He held her and kept asking for mercy until she couldn't stand it and begged for mercy. He endured it so hard that he finally stopped, hugged her in his arms, and the two of them fell asleep sweetly.

When it was lightly dawn, he woke up according to his usual biological clock. The soft fragrance and soft jade in his arms made him feel distracted again, and he hugged her and asked for it twice.

Needless to say, she must be exhausted.

He felt distressed and gently kissed her sleeping side face before getting up gently and took his clothes on.

The room was closed tightly, but it was very warm.

He quickly washed up, went downstairs to remove the old honeycomb coal from the honeycomb furnace, exchanged it for a new one, and then burned hot water.

Then, he poured a bowl of hot water from the kettle, drank all the rest, poured over a little cold water, took Xue Ling's towel, and quickly walked upstairs.

She was still sleeping heavily, not knowing that he was gone, and the fatigue at the corners of her eyes was still very rich.

He took a hot towel and wiped her body under the quilt.

Her snow-white thighs were covered with blood from Chu Ye. He couldn't help but think of the scene where she cried last night, and he felt extremely distressed.

He was inexperienced and enthusiastic. Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still very rude, which made her cry...

He blushed his handsome face and helped her carefully wipe off the blood, then carefully wrapped the quilt tightly.

Then he went downstairs to wash rice and cook porridge, rode his bicycle to the market, bought a fresh hen, bought some more things, and came back in a hurry.

He made breakfast, but before Xue Ling woke up, he was reluctant to wake her up, so he ate it himself, took her portion and placed it on the stove to warm it.

Then, he killed the hen, processed it clean, put it into a pot, poured water, washed the red dates and wolfberries he bought and put it in for stewing.

There are two stoves here. Xue Ling bought another one two days ago, saying that the weather was almost cold and one more stove was cooking quickly, so the kitchen stove is now enough.

I originally planned to call in the morning, but now it seems that I can't go.

It cooled after the rain last night, with a cold wind gushing, and the weather was much colder than yesterday, so he couldn't bear to leave her out and get cold.

If it clears up in the afternoon, please accompany her out.

When Xue Ling woke up, it was almost twelve o'clock noon.

She squinted her eyes and was about to get up, but her body was sore and uncomfortable, as if she was about to fall apart after high-intensity exercise.

The passionate and almost crazy scene surged across my heart last night, and her little face couldn't help but turn red.

I didn't expect their wedding night to come so late...

However, he was not willing to suffer any loss at all, and he kept pestering her, as if he wanted to get back what he had previously owed.

She was so tired!

She looked for a while and found that her clothes were neatly stacked and placed next to her pillow.

She chuckled softly, liked his silent considerateness, took it and put it on quickly.

At this moment, the sound of familiar footsteps came from the door - he is here!

Xue Ling suddenly remembered last night, and suddenly felt embarrassed. She didn't care about wearing half of her clothes, pulled the quilt, and hurriedly hid in!
Chapter completed!