61 “Inspect the goods first.”

After Li Fuzheng finished speaking, Meng Liyue's face turned red.

She didn't know how to describe her love for him, starting with gratitude, admiration, and yearning.

Even later, when Li Fuzheng was on the other side of the earth and their lives could no longer overlap, she still regarded him as a kind of driving force to keep moving forward.

At first it was a psychological liking, but it was not until they met again and Li Fuzheng entered her world that Meng Liyue realized that as a mature adult woman both physically and mentally, she also had a physical liking for him.

From Li Fuzheng's impeccable face to his figure, his reserved and casual temperament, all his qualities attracted her all the time, making her want to get closer to him and possess more of him.

Therefore, she was loyal to her most instinctive love and longed to take things a step further with him.

Meng Liyue acquiesced.

The air around them gradually became sticky, and the hot and humid air continued to spread and invade. She felt a little dry in the mouth, but she didn't dare to look at him.

When entering the elevator from the basement, Meng Liyue accidentally saw her own reflection in the compartment door. From her ears to her neck, her complexion was red as if she was slightly drunk, but she clearly hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol.

"Um, where are you flying tomorrow...it looks like a typhoon is coming."

Meng Liyue really couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere, so she suppressed the complicated feeling that made her heart ache and her liver ache, and tried to make small talk.

"Um."

Li Fuzheng responded in a very indifferent tone.

He put one hand in his pocket, looking casual and nonchalant, and didn't seem as nervous as she was.

Only he himself knew that the hand in his pocket had quietly clenched into a fist.

Meng Liyue was completely unaware and curled her lips. Just then the elevator door opened and she strode out before Li Fuzheng. Her movements when she entered the room were faster than ever before.

She dared to admit her thoughts about Li Fuzheng, but perhaps Li Fuzheng didn't care that much.

Maybe you have to like someone enough to have the desire to hug, kiss, or even cuddle.

Maybe we shouldn't be too impatient, their story has just begun.

Meng Liyue quickly comforted herself. She went into the room to change into pajamas when there were two knocks on the half-open door.

"...Come in."

She thought so. After all, she had seen Li Fuzheng's muscular lines more than once and had even touched them.

So, no loss.

So, Li Fu Zheng gently pushed open the door and stepped in.

He obviously didn't expect what she was doing. Everywhere he looked, he saw women raising their hands and taking off their clothes.

Against the light, the tiny jumping spots of light just outlined her most graceful and proud curves. Her waist was so soft and delicate that it seemed as if he could wrap his arm around it with one hand.

Li Fuzheng stopped where he was and didn't take another step. There was only darkness in his eyes. Emotions that were gradually getting out of control were clamoring in his heart, challenging his reason.

"Yueyue."

When Li Fuzheng spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"Um?"

Meng Liyue didn't notice the man's abnormality. She picked up the pajamas stacked at the end of the bed and was about to put them on.

Then I heard Li Fuzheng's hoarse voice: "I said I want to take it a step further, I'm not kidding."

Her movements also paused, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, her sexiness hidden by her long hair faintly visible.

The contrast between her jet-black hair and her fair skin creates the most seductive color.

"I know..." She said in a low voice, not confidently, "We are already married, and you are my husband."

Before Li Fuzheng went, he was worried that the time they had been together was too short and Meng Liyue seemed to have no experience before this. The youthfulness she showed was enough for him to make a judgment.

Although he also has no experience, the consequences he can bear are obviously greater. At least, I hope Meng Liyue still has a chance to regret it.

Meng Liyue heard footsteps coming from behind her, and soon felt the man's jaw resting on her shoulder.

It's not the first time I've been this close.

Only this time, wherever Li Fuzheng's breath reached, her skin began to itch, and it even got hotter and hotter.

"Now any promise will make me look like I am trying to get you, so I still have to say what I need to say."

He spoke slowly, and put his arms around her waist, clasping her tighter and tighter.

Meng Liyue's back also rested on the man's hard chest, in an embrace with almost no gap.

She tilted her head slightly and looked into his dark eyes.

Li Fuzheng was still trying to control the emotions that were surging in his eyes. He said, "I will respect any decision you make and respect our marriage."

Meng Liyue understood what he meant, and she was surprised that they had developed a certain tacit understanding with each other without realizing it.

He was telling her that when he made a decision he took responsibility for it.

She also trusted that he would do what he said.

Meng Liyue turned around slowly, raised her hand, and gently placed it on Li Fuzheng's face. She looked at him, describing his facial features bit by bit.

The person who only appeared in her dreams finally stood in front of her.

At this point, any hesitation would be disrespectful to the twists and turns of these years.

Standing on tiptoe and closing her eyes, Meng Liyue mustered up her courage and kissed him hard and passionately.

This was her answer.

She also has the courage to bear all the consequences and is willing to believe that this marriage will not let her down.

It was also at this moment that Li Fuzheng's eyes seemed to want to devour her completely. Without any pause, he deepened the kiss, and his large, bony hands clasped the back of her head.

He could feel the woman's body trembling in his arms, so he stopped, bit her ear, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

The tightly entangled ambiguity burned fiercely in the air and turned into steaming affection, which began to collide wantonly.

Meng Liyue's thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't even concentrate anymore. She could only cling tightly to Li Fuzheng's neck with her arms.

In addition to the joy of getting what she wanted, she also did not forget to remind: "That...in the drawer..."

Of course I remember the expedition.

He chuckled, "I won't forget. I'm not that bad."

"By the way." The man grabbed her hand, his fingertips hot as he traced his abdominal muscles. "Before that, check the goods first. Once you sign for them, there will be no chance to regret."