Chapter 1219 Post-Wedding Extra
The sixth day after the wedding was a beautiful, sunny day.
Song Jinhuan saw a sea of ​​sunflowers, and every time a breeze blew by, it would create waves.
Xuanhe hugged her from behind, gently nuzzling her cheek as he lowered his head. "Wife, do you like it?"
Song Jinhuan stared blankly at the scene before her, realizing that this was very likely the important matter that the other party had mentioned during the time he disappeared.
She grasped his hand and pressed it to her chest, murmuring, "My husband, it's gotten faster."
Xuanhe immediately tightened his arms around her waist, his voice trembling slightly, "My wife, you also love your husband."
It doesn't matter how much I feel happy, just a little is enough.
That alone is enough for them to grow old together.
Desire to destroy the world: 8.
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Eight days after the wedding, the marks on Song Jinhuan's body had almost completely disappeared.
Xuanhe licked his lips, eager to try, and held up one finger to her, "One hour."
I am proud to remember every word my wife said.
The naive Song Jinhuan thought that shortening the time would solve the problem, but she didn't expect that Xuanhe would change his previous slow and methodical approach and penetrate every corner of her body with an outward and forceful manner.
In her dazed state, Song Jinhuan suddenly realized that even when the other party was moving slowly, her dominance was undeniable; it was just that he had deceived her in a subtle and unobtrusive way at the time.
He made a pointed remark, saying that his wife preferred things to be done quickly.
In short, Song Jinhuan was speechless.
The high-frequency, layered assault slowly eroded her remaining sanity, ultimately overwhelming her.
Meanwhile, the culprit took the opportunity to indulge himself, becoming immersed in the spiral of despair.
Indeed, an offensive approach that disregards all consequences is most suitable for him.
Destructive desire: 5
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One day, six months after their marriage, Song Jinhuan leaned back in a rocking chair, swaying gently with the chair, feeling incredibly comfortable.
"Plant it here?" A man not far away asked, holding a plum tree with one hand and pointing to the empty space with the other.
All the sunflowers have been pulled out.
Song Jinhuan glanced at it and lazily hummed in agreement, "Whatever, my husband is amazing no matter what he does."
Xuanhe was immediately filled with energy!
They painstakingly buried the plum trees, and then gradually planted the pear, peach, and pomegranate trees.
My wife's suggestion is excellent. Planting fruit trees in the yard is the best choice. Then we can just reach out and eat our favorite fruits.
"My lady, do you like grapes?"
Song Jinhuan's arms were covered in goosebumps from the sourness of the plums, and she waved to the man when she heard the sound.
Xuanhe strode over and stopped a step away from her, explaining, "My wife, I'm sweaty and covered in mud. Just stand here."
Song Jinhuan narrowed her eyes. "The plums are so sour."
Xuanhe: "Put it aside for now."
Song Jinhuan: "It's a pity to throw them away, come over and get some."
Xuanhe glanced at his wife's clothes, which were the ones she often wore.
Seeing that he didn't move, Song Jinhuan frowned and looked aggrieved: "If your clothes are dirty, just change them. Does my husband have to distance himself from me over such a small matter?"
Xuanhe quickly shook his head and obediently moved closer.
Suddenly, his neck tightened, and the girl's face gradually loomed larger in the depths of his dark eyes.
A warmth spread across my lips.
Fleeting.
When he came to his senses, Song Jinhuan was waving a plum at him, saying happily, "Give me a kiss, my husband, then take a bite of this plum, and it won't be so sour anymore~"
Xuanhe's heart pounded like a drum. He squatted down, took Song Jinhuan's wrist and placed it against his heart, whispering, "My wife, it's beating so fast."
Song Jinhuan felt the strong throbbing in her palm, and her breathing involuntarily slowed down. "My husband loves me."
Xuanhe slowly tightened his large hands, his gaze fixed on her, and the corners of his lips curled up, "As long as I can breathe, my joy for my wife will only increase day by day."
He felt his wife's response.
Desire to destroy the world: 0.
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