It happened in the blink of an eye, ready to erupt at any moment.
They kissed passionately, breathing each other's breath, and his hand slapped her buttocks, carrying a sense of punishment.
She frowned in displeasure, and a more seductive moan escaped from deep within her throat.
The intense, bone-deep itch, coupled with months of abstinence, was driving him crazy.
He grabbed and squeezed her hard, as if he wanted to devour her whole!
...
Under the light, the woman's full, rosy lips glistened with a seductive sheen.
The man straightened his nose and brushed it down the slender neck of the white swan, then lifted the hem of his robe and slipped inside.
Sheng Qiaoqiao leaned against the edge of the sink, her neck craned, her fingers running through his stiff stubble, letting out a blissful sigh…
...
After a while, the man left the erotic embrace, leaning on her shoulder and panting heavily.
"Mrs. Fu, what did I do wrong? Why are you torturing me like this, hmm?"
The magnetic voice became husky, and the sound waves turned into tiny particles, rubbing against the eardrums like sandpaper.
Her brain had already turned to mush. Sheng Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, "No way, I just want my husband to pamper me. I haven't had candy in a long time..."
Her sweet, coquettish voice was incredibly alluring.
Fu Yanshen was almost overwhelmed by her teasing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Be good, you're not clean yet, just bear with it a little longer, don't be silly."
I'm really afraid of developing some postpartum illness.
She hadn't taken proper care of herself after her miscarriage, which left her with dysmenorrhea.
Fu Yanshen tried his best to restrain himself.
Unexpectedly, her delicate, boneless hand slowly moved down along his firm chest muscles.
Skimming over the defined V-line, and further down...
Fu Yanshen let out a muffled groan, his desire burning up again.
She whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Honey, I'll give you some candy, okay?"
Hearing her intimate words, Fu Yanshen almost surrendered.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He ripped off her bathrobe and suddenly bit down hard on her fair, dazzling shoulder.
...
In the small room, Mrs. Fu, still in her postpartum period, tried several different ways to pamper her man.
Fu Yan was deeply in love with her thoughtfulness and gentleness. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, calling her "wife" and "baby."
...
After Sheng Qiaoqiao finished her postpartum confinement and was completely clean, the couple left their son with his maternal grandmother, closed the door, and indulged in passionate lovemaking in their home for three days and three nights without ever leaving.
That day, the two sat in the third-floor audiovisual room and watched "Titanic" together.
Sheng Qiaoqiao was going to rest, but Fu Yanshen dragged her along to watch a science fiction movie, "Avengers: Endgame".
In the movie, Iron Man flips a Möbius strip and connects the ends to create a time machine, allowing him to travel through time.
Before she was even halfway through, Sheng Qiaoqiao found it too mentally taxing and fell asleep out of boredom.
"You promised that being with me would be fun even if we just stared at each other." Fu Yanshen glanced at the person sleeping with their head on his shoulder, a doting smile on his lips.
He originally intended to use this movie to tell her about that matter.
He turned off the projector and picked her up.
At this moment, Sheng Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, her large, watery eyes looking at him with love.
"It's all your fault, isn't it?"
She suddenly asked in a hoarse voice.
Fu Yanshen was slightly taken aback, then nodded seriously.
It's all his fault!
That night, Fu Yanshen confessed everything to Sheng Qiaoqiao.
In her previous life, Sheng Qiaoqiao died, and in this life, Fu Yanshen died. Fu Yanshen from the previous life came to this life with the consciousness of this life.
Together with her in this life, they journey towards a future they could never have before.
Their love was like a Möbius strip; if you cut it in the middle, it forms a closed circle.
An infinite loop, with no end in sight.
*
Loving times always pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, little Fu is already five years old, and even little Qiao is three years old.
An ordinary and peaceful morning. Fu Yanshen's day begins with a long, sweet good morning kiss for his wife.
After getting out of bed, the man put on a bathrobe, went to the children's room across the street, knocked on the door, and entered.
Fu Yuheng, a child on the children's bed, is already putting on his own socks, just as self-disciplined as his father.
"Good morning, Dad!" the little guy greeted his father politely.
"morning!"
On the other hand, Fu Yuning, the little girl in the lower bunk, was sprawled out and fast asleep.
The chubby little baby, wearing a little sundress, has long, dark eyelashes on her chubby face, like a pair of fans.
Looking at his daughter's adorable sleeping face, Fu Yanshen felt a surge of tenderness in his heart and couldn't bear to wake her, but it was indeed getting late.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Little sister, wake up."
"I'm not getting up, I'm not going to kindergarten." The little one pouted, his eyelids still closed.
Fu Yanshen scooped her up, and the little girl mumbled again, "No, no, I'll get up if Daddy gives me a kiss."
"..."
She's a clever little thing, a real charmer, just like her mother.
He gave his daughter a big kiss on her chubby, milky cheek, then gently tickled her chin with his stubble, making the little girl giggle.
Fu Yanshen handed her over to his son to help her get dressed, brush her teeth, and wash up.
"Brother, I want to wear a skirt! I don't want to wear pants!"
Before he even left the room, he heard the vain little girl's voice and the corners of his mouth kept turning up.
The three-year-old girl already has her own understanding of beauty.
Little Joe has frequently ruined her mother's lipsticks, high heels, and bags.
...
At first glance, when Sheng Qiaoqiao saw the man walking out of the dressing room, her eyes lit up, and she was amazed by her husband's appearance.
Even though they spend every day together, they can be described as an "old married couple".
He was wearing the suit she had chosen for him, a tie around his neck, his head bowed, and a mechanical watch on his wrist.
The 36-year-old man is dignified and self-possessed, exuding a mature and steady charm in every gesture.
Sheng Qiaoqiao went up to him, straightened his shirt collar, and helped him tie his tie.
"A new Michelin one-star Cantonese restaurant has opened on the fifth floor of the Prince's Mansion. Shall we try it tonight? Without those two." Fu Yanshen looked down at his beautiful wife and asked gently.
They would go out to eat and date together every few days.
“But I have a date tonight…” Sheng Qiaoqiao slowed down his tie-tying, and his Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably.
"It's okay, we can reschedule for another day." He said in a very generous tone, "I'll take those two home to play tonight."
She kissed him on the cheek. "My husband is so good! I'll ask you out tomorrow night!"
Fu Yanshen's disappointment vanished, and he grabbed her and kissed her passionately before letting her go.
...
The city's morning rush hour is filled with hustle and bustle, permeated with the warmth and vibrancy of everyday life.
Traffic was heavy and pedestrians were in a hurry. Some were carrying briefcases, some were carrying backpacks, and some were holding coffee, all heading to their respective destinations.
Fu Yanshen and Sheng Qiaoqiao personally escorted their son and daughter to kindergarten. Afterward, the couple got into their car, and soon, their prestigious Hongqi Leopard sedan entered the traffic.
They blended together into the bustling, noisy world of everyday life.
--over--
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