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The night of the wedding night.

Lu Wanwan sat on Han Jingmo with great ambition: "Don't move tonight, I will sleep with you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Okay." Han Jingmo lay on the bed, looking up at her, with indulgent and doting eyes, his right hand on her waist, gently pinching it from time to time.

Lu Wanwan ripped off his clothes, kissed his collarbone, and ignited his fingers all the way down.

After a difficult foreplay, he finally slept with the beautiful Han in this position that is not suitable for children.

But she didn't have enough physical strength.

Halfway through, Lu Wanwan was sweating and panting: "I have no strength, you should do it..."

"As you say."

Han Jingmo chuckled, took the initiative, and started a new round of attack.

She was different kind of beautiful tonight.

Han Jingmo couldn't control himself and was a little too harsh.

Lu Wanwan's eyes turned red, her watery eyes were filled with sparkling tears, and she glared at him with accusation.

But the place that Han Jingmo had just softened became hard again...

The next morning, Lu Wanwan woke up tiredly from her deep sleep, with the familiar sore waist and legs, but she felt refreshed, having been carefully cleaned.

Han Jingmo pushed the door open and came in with a lunch box in his hand. Seeing that she woke up, he put the lunch box on the table and walked over quickly: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Lu Wanwan was helped by him to sit up and touched her stomach: "A little hungry."

She spent too much energy last night.

"I ordered breakfast. There are your favorite steamed buns. Do you want to eat here?"

"No, go over there." Lu Wanwan didn't want to eat on the bed.

Han Jingmo put one hand on her back and the other hand around her knees. He picked her up and put her on the sofa beside the table. Then he took out the breakfast in the lunch box one by one.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, blew it gently, and passed it to Lu Wanwan's mouth.

Lu Wanwan opened her mouth and ate it, enjoying the pleasure of being fed by him. While eating, she praised him: "My dear wife, you are so virtuous." It's just that you are a little too aggressive in bed.

Over the years, Han Jingmo has accepted her alternative compliments calmly.

Lu Wanwan chuckled and took a custard bun and put it to his mouth.

Han Jingmo took a bite.

Lu Wanwan took the rest back and stuffed it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and teased: "The buns bitten by the baby become sweeter."

Han Jingmo said faintly: "You are sweet too."

Lu Wanwan screamed. If her body did not allow it, she would have wanted to knock him down, strip him naked, and do this and that. After

breakfast and resting for a while, Lu Wanwan recovered his strength and wanted to go out to enjoy the sea breeze. As soon as he walked out of the room, he was stopped by Guan Yiwei. Guan

Yiwei asked with a gossipy look on her face: "How did you feel about this spring night?" No matter

how thick-skinned Lu Wanwan was, he was too embarrassed to discuss this issue with others.

Guan Yiwei blinked ambiguously: "It's not a shame to marry our young master Han."

Lu Wanwan coughed lightly, nodded, and said proudly: "Yeah, it's not a shame!"

Han Jingmo walked over: "..."

Although most of the guests yesterday had left, some people who were close to them still stayed on the island.

Coast.

Lu Wanwan and Han Jingmo walked over and heard the Ninth Prince complain to Gu Qiaobei: "When did Xiao Jingxing leave? I haven't had time to tell him something."

"What do you need to tell him?" Gu Qiaobei was surprised.

"Three years, damn it, three years! Can't you let me win once!" The Ninth Prince had tears in his eyes and looked up at the sky in grief.

Lu Wanwan sighed. Since Zhao Jingxing started playing "Drunken Dream Jianghu" three years ago, the Ninth Prince has been PKing with him, but has never won once.

Moreover, Zhao Jingxing is elusive and rarely online, which makes the Ninth Prince want to beat him even more.

Gu Qiaobei patted his shoulder: "Xiaojiu, please accept my condolences. I have never beaten him either."

The Ninth Prince opened his arms and cried for a hug and comfort.

Lu Guanghan quickly pulled Gu Qiaobei away: "What are you hugging? Pay attention to the impact, okay?"

The Ninth Prince covered his chest, indicating that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage, and turned his gaze to Han Jingmo: "Mo Bai, have you ever PKed with Xiao Jingxing?"

"No." Han Jingmo shook his head.

He had never taken the initiative to look for Zhao Jingxing, and Zhao Jingxing had never taken the initiative to look for him.

Lu Wanwan held his chin with his hands crossed. If the two of them were to compete, it would seem that Han Jingmo would win...

At this time, Su Dashui came over, heard their conversation, and snorted arrogantly: "Needless to say, of course my brother will win."

The Ninth Prince saw him as if he had seen an enemy: "Qianli Tusu, don't make trouble!"

"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"

"Let's make a bet!"

Then, the two of them started to gamble enthusiastically.

Lu Wanwan had a dark face. The two parties involved didn't say they wanted to compete.

Han Jingmo seemed to be an outsider, concentrating on playing with Lu Wanwan's hands.

Lu Guanghan took the opportunity to educate Gu Qiaobei: "See? Stay away from idiots."

Gu Qiaobei glanced at him: "Excuse me, you are the biggest idiot."

Lu Guanghan: "..." He was rebellious!

After staying on the island for a few days, Lu Wanwan and Han Jingmo started their honeymoon again. This time there was no light bulb to follow, and the trip was relaxed and enjoyable.

Lu Wanwan finally understood why her parents liked to go out and play. They didn't have to go to school or work. They just ate, drank, and had fun every day. It was simply too cool.

Moreover, she didn't have to worry about the itinerary planning at all, Han Jingmo arranged everything. In Han Jingmo's words, she was only responsible for having fun.

Every time she went to a place, Lu Wanwan would send postcards to Lu Guanghan, deliberately angering him.

At last, Lu Guanghan threatened angrily: "Lu Wanwan, if you dare to send it again, Qiaoqiao and I will come to find you immediately and be determined to be the two brightest light bulbs!"

Lu Wanwan groaned.

Han Jingmo rubbed her hair and helped her do bad things: "It doesn't matter, just send it, he can't find us."

Lu Wanwan clapped her hands and cheered, and continued to be angry with Lu Guanghan.

Three months passed unknowingly. Lu Wanwan was tired of playing, and went home with Han Jingmo. They developed some photos taken on the road, put some in albums, and framed some intimate photos of the two of them and put them at home. There were

also some souvenirs bought from various places, which were given to the Ninth Prince and others.

In the following days, the two stayed at home, inseparable.

One day, Lu Wanwan was lazily sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she got up to get some yogurt, she found that Han Jingmo had been looking at her. She asked in confusion, "Why are you looking at me? There's money on my face?"

Han Jingmo's eyes deepened, "Let's go to the hospital for a checkup."

"Go to the hospital? What's wrong with you?" Lu Wanwan ran over.

"It's not me." Han Jingmo reached out to catch her, paying extra attention to her movements, and said in a magnetic voice, "It's you. Your period is delayed this month."

"Oh." Lu Wanwan shook her head, "It used to be late sometimes..." As

she spoke, she suddenly stopped, her eyes slightly widened, and she looked shocked, "You mean..."

Pregnant? !