Su Wanyu didn't answer for a long time. Just when Song Jihuai was about to explain, he saw the little woman in front of him shrug her shoulders slightly and sniff softly.
Song Jihuai was stunned. Is he crying?
"Look up." He frowned.
Su Wanyu raised her head obediently, her eyes were red with tears welling up in them, her little mouth was pouting, and she looked extremely aggrieved.
Song Jihuai's mood suddenly became irritable, and his brows furrowed. "Why are you crying?"
Su Wanyu sniffed again, and her nose turned a little red because she was trying hard to hold back her tears. This look was more lethal than if the tears had really fallen!
She continued aggrievedly, "Husband, do you think that I am a frivolous woman?"
Otherwise, why would he ask her to take off her clothes in broad daylight?
It is really shameless to indulge in promiscuity in broad daylight.
Song Jihuai was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Don't cry."
Su Wanyu really listened to him, but she couldn't hold back her tears. She just looked at him with her eyes wide open, looking so pitiful.
"I didn't mean that. Don't think too much about it." He explained, but his tone sounded awkward. After all, Song Jihuai had not explained such things to others many times.
He has even less experience in coaxing women.
But he still pulled out a tissue and handed it to her: "Wipe it."
Su Wanyu took it, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and still lowered her head, looking unhappy.
Song Jihuai really felt a sense of powerlessness as if he and the woman in front of him were not from the same era.
He took a deep breath and said, "I want to see the wound on your arm."
Su Wanyu raised her eyes and became happy: "Then, then it can't be here!"
This is the living room, servants coming and going in an unruly manner.
Song Jihuai had something on his mind that he wanted to verify, so he dragged her upstairs to her room. Su Wanyu wanted to undress in front of her husband, so she pursed her lips and her hand fell on the zipper, but she couldn't get it down.
"You, turn around."
Finally, Su Wanyu said this.
Song Jihuai was helpless. It wasn't like he wasn't wearing any clothes underneath! Besides, they were a legal couple. Although he thought so in his heart, his body still turned around obediently.
Su Wanyu's hands were shaking a little, and it took her a while to pull down the zipper.
She was wearing a suspender top underneath. There was no other way. There was no normal clothing in her closet. Either her shoulders or her belly were exposed, so she had chosen the one with the most fabric.
But even so, she still found it difficult to accept.
She only took off one arm and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, okay."
Song Jihuai turned around.
Su Wanyu was still wrapped tightly, with only one jade-like arm exposed, revealing a touch of fair shoulder and a small and delicate collarbone. He had seen Su Wanyu wearing cool clothes many times before.
Clothes like this are extremely conservative.
But at this moment, when he looked at Su Wanyu, whose whole body was trembling slightly, her arms and shoulders that were as white as white, and her blushing cheeks and neck, he felt that she was extremely sexy.
Even sexier than when she wore a bikini before.
It reminded him of a poem: Still holding the pipa, half covering her face.
That's all.
He walked over, stretched out his long arm, and hooked the person into his arms. At such a close distance, Su Wanyu could only feel the presence of Song Jihuai all around her.
Song Jihuai covered her lips, soft and sweet.
Su Wanyu's eyes were filled with astonishment. Her husband had said he wouldn't...
Song Jihuai tilted his head slightly, and his hand seemed to unintentionally hook the hair on Su Wanyu's shoulder, and his eyes looked down along the back of her neck.
not enough.
He pulled Su Wanyu's coat down inconspicuously, and only then could he see clearly the birthmark on the butterfly bone on the left side of her back.
Song Jihuai let go of the little woman in his arms and laughed at himself in his heart. He was really crazy. How could he think that this person was not Su Wanyu?
Su Wanyu's face looked like she had a fever. She quickly covered herself with her coat and took a few steps back.
Song Jihuai turned and left, leaving her space.
Su Wanyu did some ideological work for a long time. Although her husband had kissed her, he was a gentleman who kept his word. Besides, didn't that prove that her husband cared about her?
She did some ideological work for a while before she opened the door.
When I went downstairs, Song Jihuai was not in the living room.
"Where is my husband?" She glanced at the servant.
The servant paused for a moment before realizing that the young mistress must be referring to the young master. He quickly said, "The young master has gone to the courtyard."
Su Wanyu looked outside and saw that the weather was good, so she hurried out.
The warm sunshine fell on me. The garden was filled with flowers and plants, all well tended by servants. There was even a fountain in the center, and in the sunlight, I could faintly see a rainbow.
The warm wind brought the fragrance of flowers. Su Wanyu stood in the yard, her eyes falling on Song Jihuai who was not far away. She felt that it was simply too beautiful!
It even made her feel a little unreal. She walked over quickly, sat down on the lawn next to Song Jihuai, and reached out to hold one of his fingers.
Song Jihuai lowered his eyes to look at her: "What's wrong?"
Su Wanyu pursed her lips and smiled obediently: "I just want to hold my husband."
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