The independent three-story villa building seems to be full of bubbles of infinite love. People who get up early can't help but smile. It seems that the white villa has the magic of making people smile...

Third floor.

Are the hidden curtains covering up the ambiguous atmosphere in the room?

On a big bed, the girl's smooth back was pressed against the boy's naked chest, curled up in the boy's tenderness, and the girl smiled in her sleep. The boy hugged the girl tightly, buried her head in the girl's neck, sucking the sweetness. The girl turned around and hugged the boy's neck, burying her head in the boy's chest. The obvious joy and traces of love made her bury her head shyly lower...

The second floor. The boy sat half-sitting, closing his eyes slightly, playing with the girl's fiery red and slightly curly hair with his fingers. Looking at the fairy-like girl who was holding her waist and sleeping, he couldn't help but smile and be so doting. Then he picked up a glass of red wine, sucked it over the girl's head, poured the wine into the girl's slightly opened lips, and then fell into a lingering situation that was inseparable...

The first floor. The sun shines. The girl opened her eyes and touched her swollen lips. When she remembered the passion last night, she couldn't help but blushed. She turned her head and found that there was no one next to her. Only the bed was still hot. Prince, where are you? Kitchen. On the first day of wedding, I prepared breakfast for my beloved her. Lovely fried eggs. He walked back to the house with a smile, looked at the puzzled eyes, and kissed her forehead deeply. The girl smiled, so sweet, because she saw the text message the boy sent to her mobile phone a few minutes ago: smiling is my favorite. You make me smile, that makes you my favorite. (Smile is my favorite. You make me smile, so you become my favorite...)

Noon.

Perhaps because I couldn't stand the torture of my stomach, and with excessive "exercise", several people who stayed in bed finally got up before twelve o'clock.

hall.

"Ahem, why do you think of wearing a high-neck today?"

A lady with the same turtleneck wardrobe asked another one, but she was despised.

"Don't you think you're asking and answering yourself?"

"You guys finally got up."

It was Weier, and her big collar was naturally placed on her chest without any red marks on her body.

"Uh... Weier, you..."

"Since everyone knows what to cover up," he turned around and kissed the lips that had already been sent.

"Ahem, please be careful."

“o(n_n)o~.”

...

Sweetly feeding each other breakfast, oh not dinner, suddenly Weier received a text message...

"Dear babies, I think you should have just gotten up now. Haha, don't be shy, last night must have been a sweet night... Of course, your dad and I knew you must be 'busy' to the point where you didn't have time to think about going out, so we have arranged your honeymoon trip for you. You just need to pick up your suitcase and go on the road with your beloved him. I hope to see the photos of you kissing on the bridge of sighs!"

It's mom.
Chapter completed!