A hint of desire flickered between his brows, and his hand, restless, wandered around her waist; his well-defined knuckles disappeared into the shadows of her hem.
The man's arousal at any time made Yu Nian feel somewhat tormented, and she moved her shoulder where she had been bitten.
It whispers in the ear of Song Ci.
"Song Ci, let's eat first."
Yu Nian held down the restless hands and rubbed her nose against the man's soft face, a tender and affectionate gesture.
So intoxicated by the Song Dynasty poetry that one loses all sense of direction.
Unable to extricate myself.
"Let's eat, Song Ci."
His voice carried a commanding tone. Song Ci took a few deep breaths, forcibly deleted the colorful images from his mind, lazily nuzzled Yu Nian a few times, and then reluctantly let go of her.
"Okay, we'll start the family discipline after dinner."
The man's voice was soft and fragmented, but Yu Nian, whose mind was elsewhere, didn't hear it.
The giant, high-temperature doll finally detached from her body, and the redness on her neck proved just how hot she had been.
The person who was clinging to her just a second ago has now obediently picked up the dishes and walked out of the kitchen.
Looking at Song Ci like this, Yu Nian felt that there was nothing in this world that was impossible.
She was willing to try anything as long as it was with him.
Love makes a person brave.
Yu Nian's gaze fell on the butterfly ring on her left middle finger, and she silently spoke to herself.
Is marriage the grave of love?
no.
At least for her and Song Ci, she believed it would never be the case.
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However, there are really very few good men like this in the world, sob sob sob...
Amitabha.
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