Chapter 127 My Wife Praises Me

The man lowered his head and was about to find her lips, but Sang Sui shrank his head.

"Sheng Yize..." Sang Sui's voice was soft, "You kissed me just now."

Sheng Yize paused, lowered his eyebrows and glanced at her, then smiled: "Where have you kissed?"

"Hmm?" Sang Sui raised his eyes, "Who was the person who kissed me before I washed up?"

"It's me."

“…”

"But that doesn't count."

"Why not?"

Sheng Yize hugged her waist tightly and rubbed her little nose with his nose.

"I didn't stick out my tongue just now."

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"Years old."

The man lowered his head, and gently sucked her lips with his thin lips, his voice hoarse.

Sang Sui was kissed so hard that his whole body went limp. He dazedly responded, "Hmm?"

"Can you stick out your tongue this time?"

Sang Sui opened her eyes and saw the man breathing heavily, his lips kissing hers vaguely.

She felt the momentum of his lips and tongue, but instead of saying anything, she put her hands on his neck and opened her mouth slightly.

The man slipped in through just a crack of lips.

In an instant, a fiery invasion and devouring came over him. Sang Sui tilted his head back to endure his increasingly intense kiss.

Sang Sui was almost unable to breathe due to his kiss. As she whimpered, her body softened and she almost fell down.

Sheng Yize hugged her waist tightly and lifted her up, continuing to deepen the kiss.

Sang Sui's brain was deprived of oxygen from the kiss and he pushed him away subconsciously, but what he got in return was a deeper and more passionate kiss.

I don’t know how long it took before the kiss finally ended.

Sheng Yize licked her lips, reluctantly left her lips, and rubbed his forehead against hers.

He panted, his breath sprayed all over her face, and smiled: "Why don't you know how to breathe?"

"You kissed too deeply." Sang Sui glanced at him, "Be more gentle next time."

I don't know what happened, but as soon as these words came out, the man's eyebrows curved and he couldn't help laughing.

Sang Sui pushed him away: "What are you laughing at?"

Sheng Yize pulled her back and hugged her tightly again, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice tinged with mischief.

"If it's shallow, you'll be unhappy."

"!!"

Sang Sui blushed and pinched his arm: "You want to act like a hooligan just after we got together!"

"No way." Sheng Yize kissed her ear, "I'm excited."

Sang Sui paused.

"Sui Sui, I'm so happy today."

He said.

"Thank you for liking me."

"Thank you for giving me a chance."

He never expected that he would still have the person he loved most in his lifetime.

No regrets in this life.

Sang Sui's eyes moved slightly, a strange feeling flashed through his heart, and he hugged him tightly with his backhand.

"Sheng Yize."

"Um?"

"Congratulations, you got what you wanted."

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After agreeing to be with him, Sang Sui found out that Sheng Yize was a kissing maniac!

As if he couldn't kiss her enough, he wanted to continue kissing her, but her stomach suddenly growled.

Sheng Yize paused: “?”

Sang Sui also paused: "..."

She touched her stomach and smiled awkwardly: "I'm hungry."

"Are you really hungry?"

"Um."

"I'm sorry, I was too happy today and forgot that you haven't eaten yet." Sheng Yize let go of her, "Go back and change your clothes, I'll take you downstairs to eat."

Sang Sui nodded and turned back to the bedroom.

She was just going to close the door, but when she thought about how the guy thought it was all a dream and was worried that she would run away and go to the bathroom with her, Sang Sui simply locked the door.

Someone outside who heard the lock sound: “…………”

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It was already past eleven when the two of them came downstairs.

It was lunch time and more people were eating in the shops outside.

The snowflakes were melting outside, and a dampness filled the air.

The cold air was overwhelming. Sheng Yize pulled Sang Sui's coat closer, then held her hand and continued walking forward.

Sang Sui looked at the two people's clasped hands, with the lower half of his face buried in the scarf, and couldn't help but glance at the man next to him.

Sheng Yize wore a black coat with a white sweater underneath and a pair of slim-fitting trousers.

The tasseled scarf around the man's neck fluttered in the wind, gently brushing against the hands they held as they walked.

Sang Sui couldn't help but look down at his own scarf, which was the same color but different style as his.

She didn't wear a scarf before going out. He said he was cold, so he went back to the bedroom and got one of his scarves to put on her.

This person seems to only like black, white and camel. Even her scarf is camel-colored, as is the one she was wearing.

She couldn't help looking at him.

He said he was very happy today because he had his favorite person.

And she has never been.

Today, she also has the person she has loved for many years.

The scenes of my secret crush on him flashed before my eyes, as if it happened last century, and yet as if it happened yesterday.

The cold wind blew, and the warmth returned to his neck. Sang Sui lowered his head and couldn't help but smile quietly.

"What are you laughing at?" Sheng Yize turned his head and glanced at her, the corners of his lips raised involuntarily.

Sang Sui quickly stopped laughing: "No, nothing."

"You're still saying no, but the corners of your mouth are almost stretched behind your ears."

Sang Sui thought about it and stopped: "Do you really want to know?"

Seeing how serious he was, Sheng Yize also stopped and became interested: "Tell me about it."

“I’m happy that I’m in love.”

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"And she's dating such a handsome guy."

Sheng Yize was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Did she just... praise him for being handsome?

By the time he reacted, Sang Sui had already turned around and walked forward.

"Hey!" Sheng Yize chased after her, naturally took her hand, and was very happy, "Sang Sui, you just praised me!"

"You look happy?"

"certainly."

"No one has ever praised you for being handsome before?"

"Yes, a lot."

"Then you should be immune to this kind of compliments!"

"Not necessarily this time."

"What's different?" Sang Sui stopped and turned to look at him.

Sheng Yize stopped and turned to approach her.

"Because this time..."

The man half bent over, his thin lips pressed against her ear, his eyebrows curved, and the voice that overflowed was uninhibited -

"It was my wife who praised me."