"It's very late, should we go to bed?" Huang Yao's eyes were shining, but he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, for fear that he would drown in his tenderness and never find himself again.
"Well, let's go upstairs and take a shower." Nie Yiquan nodded, and then he went to turn off all the lights downstairs. In an instant, Nuo Da's living room was plunged into darkness, with only the stairs leading up to the stairs.
Leaving a small light on, Huang Yao watched him come over and held her hand. She breathed a sigh of relief.
When they went upstairs, the lights on the stairs also went out. Huang Yao couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and he had the illusion that there was no way out.
After entering the bedroom, Nie Yiquan immediately turned on the light. Huang Yao thought about being spied on by Luo Yanqun at noon. She felt anxious and quickly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and quickly closed the curtains. The thick curtains could cover everything.
Quan Jun, the Nie translator, was stunned: "Why do you have to pull it so tight?"
"Chief Luo lives next door to you, I'm afraid she will see it." Huang Yao smiled bitterly.
Nie Yiquan said nothing more and only comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, she won't dare to hurt you anymore."
"You made the decision for me?" Huang Yao was stunned and felt a touch of warmth in his heart.
"Yes, I told her clearly that she has no right to punish you. If she dares to hit you in the future, you will hit her back twice as much, and she should pay for it. It will feel like being slapped." Although Nie Yiquan said
You can't see the finger marks on her face, but you can imagine that Luo Yanqun must have tried her best.
"Well, I will definitely not let her bully me again." Huang Yao nodded.
Nie Yiquan took one of his nightgowns and whispered: "I'm going to take a shower first."
Huang Yao nodded: "Okay, you go."
Nie Yiquan chose to wash first because it was still a bit cold in the bathroom right now. After he washed, the temperature here would rise. When Huang Yao came in to wash, it would not be so cold.
Huang Yao didn't know that the man's love for her was hidden in the smallest details, so deep and silent.
After Huang Yao saw the man entering the bathroom, her sense of oppression suddenly decreased. She sat down on the sofa relaxedly and picked up a cup of books to read. But this was just a way to relieve her tension. The book said
She didn't read a word of what it was about, she just held the book in a daze.
More than ten minutes later, Nie Yiquan walked out, dressed in a gray bathrobe, revealing his tall and muscular body, full of aggression and wild masculine charm.
Huang Yao's heart skipped a beat when he saw him dressed like this, and his beautiful eyes didn't know where to look.
Nie Yiquan whispered: "I've washed it, you go and wash it."
"Yeah." Huang Yao lowered his head and walked inside quickly.
"There is a set of pajamas here. You can wear them. They belong to my sister." Nie Yiquan suddenly called her, then opened the closet and took out a set of blue pajamas for her.
Huang Yao blushed. Fortunately, he stopped her in advance. Otherwise, she would have been extremely embarrassed if she found that she had nothing to wear after taking a shower.
"Okay." Huang Yao turned around and fled into the bathroom.
Nie Yiquan could see her nervousness, but he didn't break her. His thin lips subconsciously curled up. Isn't she quite courageous? Why did she look like a frightened little white rabbit now?
Little white rabbit?
This seems easy to bully.
Nie Yiquan's heart beat more vigorously, and his body became inexplicably hot.
Huang Yao lingered in the bathroom for half an hour. She also washed her hair. Then she wiped her long hair and opened the bathroom door and came out.
Nie Yiquan didn't want to do anything, so he saw the woman's delicate appearance at the door of the bathroom. Her long hair was still in a semi-dry state, and her washed face was outlined, making it whiter and softer.
Like roses that have been wetted by morning dew, they appear more sparkling and beautiful.
Nie Yiquan took a deep breath. Looking at her panicked eyes, he stood up and walked to her side: "It's so late, why are you still washing your hair?"
Huang Yao laughed twice: "Because I didn't know how to use the utensils in your bathroom, I accidentally got my hair wet."
"You can ask me." Nie Yiquan felt distressed and took a dry bath towel to help her continue wiping her hair.
"I had already taken off all my clothes at that time, how could I have the nerve to let you come in and help me?" Huang Yao looked helpless.
Nie Yiquan felt that she was right. If he had been allowed in at that time, the situation would have gotten out of hand.
"Sit down and let me dry your hair. Wash your hair at night because it's easy to catch a cold." Nie Yiquan immediately found a hair dryer.
Huang Yao sat on the chair. The man stood behind her, turned on the strongest hot air, picked up a few strands of her hair, and blew it gently.
The cells in Huang Yao's body seemed to be jumping. Although she only asked him to help her blow dry her hair, the throbbing in her heart increased instead of decreasing.
Nie Yiquan carefully dried her long hair, making Huang Yao's little face even more beautiful and charming.
Nie Yiquan put the hair dryer back in place, turned around, and looked at her still sitting on the chair blankly.
The man's heartbeat was beating fast, and the love he had felt all night long completely exploded at this moment.
He walked over directly, held her chin, gently lifted it, and kissed her lips passionately with his thin lips.
Huang Yao obediently raised his head, feeling the man's gentle kiss. The next second, the man stretched out his long arm and pressed the opening next to him. The lights in the bedroom instantly dimmed, leaving only the wall lamp on.
The atmosphere has already been heightened to this point. If it doesn't work, it has to work.
Huang Yao leaned in his arms in confusion, feeling the tenderness he brought to her.
Because it was the first time for both of us, we were very nervous.
"What is this?" Huang Yao was intoxicated when she heard the sound of a packaging box. She opened her eyes and saw the man competing with a small, boxy thing.
"Safety measures must be taken." Someone said in a hoarse voice. It was obvious that he was about to do it, but at this time, he still held back.
"There's no need for it today." Huang Yao said lazily. She didn't really like being separated from him.
"Need it." Someone said firmly: "This is a kind of protection for you."
Huang Yao pursed his lips and laughed, and Nie Yiquan Jun blushed: "What's so funny?"
"I don't know, I just find it a bit funny." Huang Yao turned sideways, his beautiful eyes filled with electricity.
Nie Yiquan obviously had little experience, so he was very hasty and embarrassed.
Huang Yao watched with wide eyes. Soon, she stopped laughing.
Did she think she would faint?
Nie Yiquan finally felt better, turned his head to look at her, and found that she was stunned.
Huang Yao closed his eyes, his whole body trembling with nervousness.
"You...you must be compassionate to her."
Nie Yiquan was startled, and a warm smile flashed across his handsome face: "Why are you scared?"
Huang Yao nodded vigorously. Although she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs running around. But, who knew she had such a big one...
The night was like wine and warm. Huang Yao finally took the first step in life, but it was worse than death. Of course, she didn't know if she would feel like this in the future, but the feeling today was not
very good.
But someone was very satisfied. Looking at her who was tired, he stretched out his long arms and hugged her tightly.
"Yao Yao, I love you...did you hear it?" Nie Yiquan kept confessing in her ear.
"Yeah, I heard it, I love you too." Huang Yao nodded tiredly and kept crawling into his arms. His arms were so warm, as warm as a stove, which made her feel safe.
Nie Yiquan took the quilt and hugged her tightly. The two of them were exhausted and slowly fell asleep.
In the early morning, some unknown birds chirped outside the window. The light did not penetrate through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but some hazy light and shadows were reflected. The entire bedroom seemed even warmer and like spring.
Huang Yao woke up from a trance, stretched out his hand and touched his side, but found nothing.
"Nie Yiquan..." Huang Yao murmured his name, then put on some clothes and got out of bed.
Since she couldn't find any shoes, she walked barefoot on the floor and walked out.
When he first reached the stairs, Huang Yao heard the sound of Nie Yiquan talking to someone on the phone from downstairs.
Huang Yao was stunned and instinctively hid behind the pillar next to the stairs.
Maybe it was because she wasn't wearing shoes, so she didn't make any noise.
"Mom, I don't care what Luo Yanqun told you, there is no possibility for me and her. I will not marry a woman I don't love."
"Huang Yao and I truly love each other, and I will never leave her."
"Is birth important? Maybe, to you, a person's birth determines her life, but the fairness that everyone emphasizes has never been reflected in those who were born poorly. I know this world
It's cruel. If we follow these cruel rules, we will be no different from machines."
"I don't want to accept any suggestions. I can think for myself."
"Oh, didn't you once come from an ordinary working-class family? Counting three generations back, who's background can really be considered good?"
"I don't want to hear you talk about these big principles. I understand, but I don't have to fulfill them. This is my life and my choice. I don't need you to help me pick my guard and make the decision. If you are really that free, just make the decision."
Take care of your own lives."
"That's it for now, I'm very busy."
"Don't come, I will go back."
"You can't change anything if you come. I suggest you don't come."
Huang Yao covered her lips. She just heard Nie Yiquan seeming to be arguing fiercely with someone. She heard her own name, heard those classes that could not be praised, and heard Nie Yiquan's determination.
Huang Yao's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, making it difficult for her to breathe.
In fact, she had known for a long time that Nie Yiquan would definitely fight against his family for herself, but she did not expect that it would happen so soon. Yesterday, they hugged each other tightly, regardless of each other. Unexpectedly, they woke up early in the morning and greeted him.
What she received was not the warm morning sun, but the cruel reality that hit her head.
Huang Yao stiffened his legs and walked back to the room gently, not daring to make a single sound.
She lay back on the bed and huddled under the warm quilt. At this moment, she really wanted to be an ostrich and just bury her head in the sand, thinking she would be safe and not be hurt.
However, since she heard it, how could she pretend that nothing happened?
There were steady footsteps outside the door. Huang Yao was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to still be sleeping.
The door opened, and the man seemed to lighten his steps. Then, the bed pressed down on her side, and the man fell asleep next to her again.
Huang Yao was stunned, then a big hand gently stretched out from under the quilt and carefully hugged her whole body.
Huang Yao's back was pressed against his firm arms, and her heart trembled.
"What time is it?"
Huang Yao decided to wake up. She rubbed her eyes as if she had just woken up from her sleep.
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer." The man coaxed her softly.
"Yeah." Huang Yao deliberately closed her eyes, but soon she found that she was not sleepy at all.
"I can't sleep if you hold me like this." Huang Yao nuzzled into his arms like a baby.
Nie Yiquan chuckled.
"You pressed my hair." Huang Yao whispered.
"Sorry." Nie Yiquan quickly let go of his arm. If he hadn't slept with Huang Yao, he really didn't know how many times her hair would have been pressed by him.
Huang Yao also laughed: "How did you feel last night?"
Quan Jun, the Nie translator, looked embarrassed: "What about you?"
Huang Yao said shyly: "It's not bad. Apart from pain, there's nothing wrong with it."
Nie Yiquan immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, wasn't I gentle enough?"
"No." Huang Yao shook his head, but his eyes seemed to be saying something. This was not because he was gentle or not, but because he was big.
Nie Yiquan seemed to understand, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek: "You will feel better in the future."
Huang Yao blinked and pretended not to understand: "How do you know?"
"Don't you women all like strong men?" Nie Yiquan pinched her earlobe again, because he was also shy about talking about this kind of topic.
"Yes, you are very powerful, but you are too powerful." Huang Yao complained to him in a low voice.
Nie Yiquan couldn't laugh or cry. Is having strength a good thing or a bad thing for her?
Huang Yao was buried in his arms, enjoying his perfect body peacefully.
"Nie Yiquan, tell me, am I very lucky?" Huang Yao kissed his chest twice: "So many women like you, but you chose me among the crowd, and I feel...
Yes, those female colleagues looked at me in a different way. It seems that I have become a public enemy."
"We are equally lucky." Nie Yiquan sighed: "They only see the surface of my beauty, how do they know how much pressure I am carrying."
"If you like someone, you start from the surface. You didn't give them a chance, how would they know?" Huang Yao explained in a low voice.
"Then do you want me to give them a chance?" Someone was dissatisfied.
"Of course not." Huang Yao immediately became jealous: "You are mine now, you can't show it to others."
Nie Yiquan laughed out loud: "Then should you treat me
Take responsibility?”
Huang Yao was stunned, then lifted his little face from his arms: "You are the man, you are the one responsible for me, how can it be the other way around?"
"I'm going to do the opposite, Huang Yao. From now on, I am your man, and you have to be responsible for me." The man reminded her with a serious look.
"Then what if I... don't want to take responsibility?" Huang Yao blinked his eyes and smiled mischievously.
"You dare." Someone's tone was obviously gentle, but full of threats.