If you still need to keep some secrets, the best way to deal with them is to be as unobtrusive as possible.
The woman covered the corner of his lips with a bare hand, "Don't say that, I know, it's good, I like it."
As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and turned her head slightly. Wrapped in a tube top-style wedding dress, the curvature of her neck looked even more white, graceful, and endlessly moving.
She was silent for a second, then opened her mouth again and said leisurely, "But, I can't...give you a baby."
But the man gently raised her face and said, "Don't think about this. There will always be a solution to this matter."
The woman just raised her eyebrows, but the man put her hand to her mouth.
"Not today." He kissed her palm gently, raised a pair of smiling eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him.
"It's not what?" Qin Xiaoman was panicked by him, and his words made people confused.
"It's not a dangerous period..."
"Yan Zisong!" Qin Xiaoman clung to him and slapped the man's face with both hands, "I'm talking to you right now; that's the only thing you can think of, right?"
The man ignored her and let her rub his face casually. His hands slowly reached around her waist, and he directly poked her lower abdomen with his erection, rubbing it slowly.
"Today is the bridal chamber, and it only happens once in a lifetime; of course, I have to spend the whole night happily in the bridal chamber..."
The woman has good hearing and good understanding ability; she couldn't help but tremble when she heard that he said "one night" instead of "one time".
"I have to go to work tomorrow."
She frowned slightly, trying to look pitiful; according to the few precedents, she would not open her eyes until three o'clock in the morning the next day, and her waist and legs were so sore that she could not walk.
"I asked for leave for you," the man smiled slyly, showing his white teeth, "I asked for leave last Friday."
Under the woman's surprised gaze, Yan Zisong added again, "And I have arranged all my work; I don't need to go this week."
As he spoke, he raised his chin and gestured toward the room, "I have brought back a stack of delivery business cards from the drawer; they have all kinds of flavors, and we can order takeout for a week."
He put his mouth next to her ear and breathed out ambiguously, "I'll stay here for a whole week and try all the positions...do it in every corner of the house, okay?"
The more outrageous he heard him say, the more intense the fear in Qin Xiaoman's heart became.
This man had an unprecedented passion for sex. She didn't know if all men were like this, but she only felt worried. Although the feeling was wonderful, the price to pay for this bone-gnawing joy was also very high.
Having to walk with sore and weak legs all day long is an inevitable result.
The top priority now was that she could not agree to spend a week with him like this under any circumstances; she would definitely not be able to bear it. Whether she would survive the honeymoon was a question.
"But... I still want to talk to you..." The woman said in a panic as she dodged the lips and tongue that sneaked up on the crook of her neck.
"Okay," Yan Zisong said with a soft light in his eyes, "Then let's go inside and talk; it's windy on the terrace."
As he said that, he pulled the woman to sit on the sofa. He directly put her on his lap and sat sideways. The woman was in a panic and couldn't think of what to say for a moment...