"Wife~" Cheng Jiawen called softly, his voice revealing a hint of tenderness and longing. He slowly stood up, gazing at Xu Qianjiao in front of him with a fiery gaze.
Xu Qianjiao couldn't help but blush, as tempting as a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help but raise her eyes and meet Cheng Jiawen's.
At that moment, it seemed as if time had frozen, and the air around was filled with a strong sense of ambiguity.
Their eyes intertwined, each filled with unspeakable anticipation. Their breathing quickened as Cheng Jiawen slowly approached Xu Qianjiao, each step filled with endless anticipation and nervousness.
Xu Qianjiao swallowed nervously, her heartbeat accelerating. She felt Cheng Jiawen's breath getting closer and closer, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.
In this ambiguous atmosphere, they were getting closer and closer, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
The next second, Cheng Jiawen suddenly leaned over and kissed Xu Qianjiao.
His thin lips were slightly cool, and he kissed the corner of her mouth.
The warm palm gently rested on the back of her head, and it was as if a warm current spread throughout her body. She tilted her head back slightly, feeling the warmth from his palm and smelling the fresh fragrance emanating from him.
The fragrance was like a breeze, blowing past her nose and making her feel intoxicated.
Her slender waist unconsciously pressed against his strong arms, and his arms slowly tightened, holding her tightly in his arms.
Their bodies fit together silently, without the slightest gap. This intimate posture allowed them to feel each other's heartbeat and breathing, as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.
Xu Qianjiao's breathing became rapid and her head became dizzy due to his kiss. She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her hand and pressed her down on the bed.
Like a ferocious beast, he pressed the person in front of him down hard, making her unable to move. Then, he spread his legs apart and knelt firmly on both sides of her slender waist, holding her delicate cheek tightly with his left hand.
Before the person under him could react, he leaned down again like a hungry wolf and sealed her tempting red lips without saying a word.
This kiss was as powerful as a tidal wave, as if it was going to swallow her whole.
Cheng Jiawen's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He leaned over and put his lips close to her ear, with a hint of uncontrollable eagerness in his voice: "Wife, is it okay?"
As if afraid of scaring the person in front of him, he deliberately lowered his tone, but his tightly clenched fists still revealed his inner urgency.
Xu Qianjiao was lying on the bed, completely dazed. When she suddenly heard his words, her face flushed red in an instant. She swallowed nervously, did not answer, but tilted her head back and kissed his thin lips.
Feeling the softness of her lips, Cheng Jiawen smiled slightly, her lips moved slightly, and she responded to him enthusiastically, her fingers intertwined with her hands.
The night was long and endless, and the room was filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.
Inside the room, lips touched, breaths mingled, forming a unique rhythm. In the dim candlelight, their intertwined figures seemed particularly ambiguous, as if enveloped in a soft glow.
The faint candlelight flickered, making their figures appear bright and dim, adding a hazy beauty.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the entire world was filled with only the two of them. They lost themselves in this wonderful feeling, forgetting all worries and troubles. In this silent night, they interpreted the meaning of love with the most sincere emotions.
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The next morning, the dawn was just beginning and the sky was turning a little pale.
Xu Qianjiao slowly awoke, her eyes half bleary as a handsome face, magnified several times, suddenly came into view. His high, straight nose was as distinct and three-dimensional as a sculpture, while his slightly fluttering, curled eyelashes added a touch of allure. Every detail seemed meticulously crafted by nature, a truly captivating sight.
She couldn't help but feel a little dazed, thinking that she was still immersed in a beautiful dream, but the warm touch on her cheek was so real, reminding her that this was not an illusion.
Xu Qianjiao reached out her hand from under the quilt and gently stroked his nose, muttering softly, "This man is truly God's own son, he's so handsome."
Suddenly, without warning, her delicate white little hand was tightly grasped by a warm and powerful hand! This sudden change made her stunned, but she quickly came to her senses - it turned out that Cheng Jiawen had woken up.
After he slowly opened his eyes, he immediately seemed like a different person. His sleepy look disappeared without a trace, replaced by an expression full of playfulness and teasing.
Not only that, he also squeezed her hand tightly, and stared at her with his deep, dark eyes that seemed to see through everything. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he whispered, "Good morning, my wife."
Faced with this situation, Xu Qian couldn't help but blush and felt shy.
The low and slightly hoarse voice seemed to have some kind of magic, lingering in her ears, making her heart beat faster and so nervous that even her voice began to tremble.
"Good morning...good morning." At this moment, she was already confused and had no idea how to deal with the man in front of her who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
At this moment, Cheng Jiawen's arms suddenly tightened, holding her tightly in his arms like an iron clamp. Her delicate body instantly pressed against his, as if not even a trace of air could penetrate.
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