"We are obviously going to get married, but you are so inactive. Do you not want to marry me? If you say you don't want to, just say it. There is no need to avoid me like this!?" She seemed to be attracted by his indifferent attitude.
I was so irritated that as soon as those words came out of my mouth, I was ready to run to the door of the room.
"Wiping Zheng, Zheng -" He caught up from behind, grabbed her soft body and took her into his arms, ignoring her waving arms in front of him, "Listen to me, there is no such thing, really
There's no such thing!" He held her constantly moving wrists and rested his chin on the crook of her neck. The force seemed to bend her into his arms.
"How could I not want to marry you? How could I! I'm just afraid, I'm just afraid that you will regret marrying me!"
His voice was a bit bitter, with a hint of hoarseness. The words Su Mozheng wanted to blurt out just stayed in her throat. She couldn't go up or come down, and she was choked.
After a long time, she raised her arm and landed on his lower back. "How could you think so?"
She asked sadly, "Did I make you feel insecure? Did I not do enough, so you don't want to believe me? Shaoyan..."
He exerted force with his big palm, and her body was tightened a little more. She heard his deep voice floating above her head, "No, no, it's not your fault, it's my fault, it's all mine."
..." She was clearly in his arms and by his side, but he still didn't feel real. Even if she agreed to marry him, he still didn't feel so real. Just like how Liang Muchi made him feel back then.
It means worrying about gains and losses, and not getting even half a sense of existence.
"Shaoyan," she took a deep breath and put her head on his left chest, where his heartbeat was calm and steady with a hint of rush, "tell me what I need to do so that you feel safe."
Feeling? Tell me, what can you do so that you don’t think so?"
The light in the east wing was swaying slightly due to the sound of wind coming from outside the window. She hugged him so tightly that there was no gap.
There was a little moisture in the corners of her eyes, and she also somewhat understood his mood. Are people like them who have been hurt by love? Even if they disguise themselves well, there is always a stabbing wound in their hearts.
When certain emotions suddenly come over, it breaks apart again.
"Muzheng," he called her softly. Through the bathrobe, her soft and fragrant body pressed against him. There was a little thought in his heart, which was slowly sketched out and then magnified without limit. He had to work hard to suppress it in order not to make himself
Do something you regret.
"Shaoyan," she raised her head, her face as pretty as a flower.
Under his astonished gaze, she slowly stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cold lips.
His arms around her waist tightened, and he watched her hands wrap around his neck, kissing his thin lips seriously, little by little, thin and lingering, gently outlining. Traces of traces, along the outline.
, wrapped around his tongue.
The fragrance that was unique to her lingered around her, and his palms on her waist tightened uncontrollably, "Su Mozheng..."
He murmured in a low voice. Somewhere in his body, there was an imminent thought beating. His brows could not help but twitch, and some veins on his temples bulged slightly, "Do you know what you are doing?"
He seemed to remember that he was only wearing a bathrobe and his clothes were disheveled. He couldn't help but want to push her away and said, "It's getting very late. You should go to bed quickly."
"Shaoyan," there was a bit of blush on her cheeks, and she gently bit his thin lips after hearing this, "Don't you feel safe? If I give myself to you, then you will have
Do you feel safe?" After she whispered, she seemed a little embarrassed and lowered her head.
"Mo Zheng," his heart beat faster and faster, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place, "do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know!" she said hastily, her eyes staring at the snow-white bathrobe in front of her, which had a tanned complexion inside. She seemed to have made a decision, and with trembling little hands, she went to pull the tie around his waist.
"Su Mozheng—" His wrists were clasped by him, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Don't do anything you regret. I don't want you to regret it!"
His breathing was already so rapid, and she seemed to feel his rapidly beating heart against the left side of his chest.
"Shaoyan, I am serious, serious, I want to give myself to you," she smiled bitterly, "In this life, I think I will never find someone as good as you to me."
"So -" she took his hand and placed it against her left atrium, "I want to hold your hand and go on bravely. I want to believe in you and believe that you will bring me happiness."
"Mia Zheng!" She just finished her words, and her red lips were already blocked by him. His arms held her waist tightly, holding her close to him - the night became thicker, and in the darkness,
All their clothes were off.
His kiss was careful, falling from her cheek to her neck, collarbone, and all the way down.
Her face was stained with redness, and her body had already turned pink due to his careful treatment.
Without turning on the light, he held up his arms, stopped before the last step, and propped himself on top of her. Although he had already run out of patience, he still insisted on asking her, "Can I wipe the zither?"
"Will you regret it?" Huo Shaoyan cared more about her thoughts than his desire to completely own it at this moment.
She was already emotionally moved and quite out of breath. When she saw him stop and ask this question, her eyes became softer and softer.
Her little face was already wet with sweat, and she nodded with difficulty.
After all, if a man can stop in such a situation, it can only mean that he loves this woman very much. She read it from a novel she read in her spare time, but she never thought that one day, she would really be able to
Use that scene on her.
No longer holding back, he pressed his body down, opened her up inch by inch, pushed in, and carefully explored the expression on her face.
Su Mozheng wrapped her arms around his neck, her face was a little weak, but she still smiled at him, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." In fact, it still hurt a little, although this was not the first time. She smiled, but she felt something in her heart.
She almost wanted to cry. This was not the first time. She had already felt sorry for him. How could she let him be so patient?
He lowered his handsome face and wrapped his lips around hers again, only to hear her whisper between her lips and teeth, "Mo Zheng, believe me, we will go on forever." His body sank, and the corners of her eyes were already gone.
Tears came out.
"Huo Shaoyan..." She called his name in a choked voice, her nails almost digging into his back.
In the night, deep, long, low moans filled the room, interspersed with deep breathing sounds.