Song Ling looked at her tearful little face, and a trace of pity flashed in his deep eyes.
He stretched out his slender fingers, couldn't help but wipe her tears, and said lightly: "You said you would be very happy holding a rose, not sad."
Liu Zhiyuan sobbed and threw herself into his arms.
"Uncle, I suddenly realized that your emotional intelligence seems to be getting higher and higher. I am moved by you..."
Really, how could he have moved her so much?
Song Ling stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms domineeringly.
He just stared at her little face and asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded firmly, "Much better, husband, you are so good to me."
She crawled out of his arms and held the big bouquet of roses in her arms.
Because there were too many bouquets, she held the whole bouquet, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and inhaled the fragrance of the roses.
That faint fragrance spreads through the blood to the bones of the limbs.
The grievance and relief in her heart disappeared in an instant, and every cell seemed to be open, bathing in the faint floral fragrance.
She was very moved and hugged the bouquet tightly.
He was silent beside her, she didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.
After a long time, Liu Zhiyuan suddenly stood up and counted, and found that there were 53 roses.
She was a little confused. Could it be that it was 52, but the clerk counted wrong?
"Why 53?"
Song Ling said as a matter of course, "There are only so many in the store!"
Liu Zhiyuan opened her mouth slightly and couldn't help laughing.
"Hubby, you're so wasteful that you bought all the roses in the store? What do you think of the roses sold in the store? They're too extravagant. Just buy me nine in the future, which means long-lasting love."
Song Ling looked at her happy little face, raised the corners of his lips, and said frankly: "The more, the happier."
Liu Zhiyuan's clear eyes gathered like flowing streams.
My voice was hoarse at that time, and I just stared at the cold and handsome face in front of me.
Just like Xu Su said, he has low emotional intelligence.
He doesn't know how to say sweet words or what romance is.
Especially after she was criticized by everyone, his family also put pressure on her.
Without saying a word, he went out and bought her roses to make her happy.
How could she not be moved?
She started crying again.
This time, she shed touching tears.
She looked at him with tearful eyes and her voice was soft.
"Honey, do you believe me?" He did not express himself because he was not good at expressing himself.
However, his actions have demonstrated his trust.
It was like countless fireworks blooming on the lake of her heart, colorful colors falling down one after another, stirring up a huge warm current.
She continued, "Hubby, thank you for your trust. Your trust means more to me than anything else. I'm used to being protected by you..."
Seeing her moved, Song Ling's lips kept rising. He reached out his hand to hold up his chin and spilled out three words, "I'm not stupid."
He has always been a person who is not good at expressing himself, but Liu Zhiyuan can understand what he means instantly.
What he meant was that he was not stupid and he had his own judgment.
She put the rose in her hand aside and moved carefully, as if she was facing a treasure.
Then she turned to face the uncle, knelt on the sofa, climbed her arms around his neck, and rested her forehead against his. "Hubby, those videos are fake. I am pure. I have only done shameful things with you."
Song Ling couldn't help but put his hands around her slender waist, his wise eyes flashed, and he said lightly: "I know."
Liu Zhiyuan was very curious, "How did you judge? The sound in the video is obviously fake?"
Song Ling nodded the little teardrop at the corner of his eye and answered bluntly: "Because you don't like that posture."
Liu Zhiyuan couldn't help but cover her lips again, this time she was shy.
He is really a smart and calm person.
He noticed details that she didn't even notice.
She was really cute when she was shy, and her originally pale face showed some charming blush, and her pink and clear eyes sparkled like spring water, easily plucking his heartstrings.
He took her little hand and placed it on his lips and kissed it.
Liu Zhiyuan hesitated shyly for a moment, and suddenly kissed his thin lips passionately.
Song Ling never resisted her initiative.
He kept his back straight and then turned from passive to active.
After a kiss, she raised her little face breathlessly and looked at him enviously.
"husband……"
Song Ling's chest heaving also lost its rhythm as he replied, "Yeah."
Liu Zhiyuan acted coquettishly, hugging his neck tightly with both hands, "Hubby, to express my admiration and gratitude for you, I decided to let you go down. Okay?"
Her voice just dropped.
The depths of Song Ling's eyes burned into a boiling hot ocean, and then he took the initiative to go down.
…………
In an instant, an enchanting scent floated in the air.
late at night.
Liu Zhiyuan fell asleep, her eyes still red and swollen from crying before.
However, lying in his arms, she slept soundly.
Her little feet always habitually hung on his long legs, entangled with his body in a semi-lying position, allowing him to sleep comfortably.
Song Ling's long fingers subconsciously carved out her delicate facial features.
Faint moonlight reflected through the curtains.
The moonlight was like water, faintly reflected on her face.
Her facial features became more and more delicate, and the bedroom was not big.
She arranged it very warmly, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
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