There is no doubt that Yanzhuang became a huge hit.
The Internet is flooded with his stunning appearance. His slender white fingertips are particularly beautiful when they slide across the pages bit by bit. The smile on his lips when he finally said goodbye is also particularly beautiful and sad.
"Three minutes, I want all the news about this little brother!!"
"Ahhh, what a divine beauty, love it,"
"Whose signed artist is this? Quick, where's her Weibo? I want to follow her, I want to follow her!!"
…
Xihe had to open a studio.
Yan Zhuang squeezed into a small nest with her and smiled sideways: "Are you sure, it's just me?"
Xihe asked his father for someone and nodded: "Yes, the whole company praises you, aren't you happy?"
The corners of Yan Zhuang's mouth gradually rose, his eyes were full of smiles, and his heart was filled with joy. He couldn't help but hold her in his arms, little by little, from her eyes to the tip of her nose, and then to her lips: "Happy, but... not enough."
Xihe's eyes widened instantly. This is not enough, what else do you want?
Yan Zhuang kissed Xi He on the face and bit her lips: "What I want... doesn't my wife know? Hmm?"
He straightened his back and let her feel how passionate he was towards her.
Xihe: ...
Pushing his face away in shame and anger,
Yan Zhuang held her in his arms, biting her smooth, delicate neck carefully and closely: "Wife, is this okay?"
With a crash, the documents on the sofa fell to the ground, and the two rolled on the sofa. Yan Zhuang grabbed her waist and pressed her down, pinched her face, and kissed her red lips.
The sunlight from outside the window shines in, and the temperature in the room gradually rises.
Xihe leaned on the sofa, watching the boy take off his clothes bit by bit, with his hands on the belt buckle... Her face turned red little by little, and she couldn't help but look away.
suddenly,
Yan Zhuang stopped moving.
He helped her sit up, put his hand on the lock, and coaxed: "Honey, help me."
A strong masculine scent hit her eyes, and Xihe's fingertips gradually curled up. Finally, she accepted her fate, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hand... Yan Zhuang held the slender instep, tilted his head and kissed it, with a smile in his eyes: "I love you so much."
Xihe: “…”
She bit her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Yan Zhuang smiled and let go of his feet. He leaned over and hugged her in his arms, their skin touching. He sighed with satisfaction: "I wish time would stop so that I can be with you forever." Seeing that her voice was hoarse, he opened a bottle of water, poured it into her mouth, and then passed it to her.
Xihe: ...
He swallowed it in small sips with a red face.
A smile flashed in Yan Zhuang's eyes, and his movements became more gentle: "Wife, do you like me? Do you love me?"
Xihe's mind was in a mess at this time, it was strange that she could have any ideas. Yan Zhuang was immediately dissatisfied. He carried her to the mirror and forced her to look in the mirror. Their faces were flushed, and their eyes were filled with only each other.
Yan Zhuang put his hand close to Xi He's face and kissed her: "Are we becoming more and more like husbands?"
Xihe bit her lip, wanting only to block this broken mouth: "You, can you please shut up?"
Yan Zhuang chuckled and said, "Okay, stop talking and get down to work."
Xihe: ...
Night falls,
The whole city is flashing neon lights,
The bedside lamp was dimly lit. Xihe lay prone on the bed, her waist limp as mud. "I'm hungry."
Yan Zhuang leaned over and kissed her snow-white back. He found her hand and interlocked their fingers, his movements showing no mercy. "What do you want to eat?"
Xihe whimpered and buried her face in the quilt: "It's all right."
"Everything is okay?"
The man laughed evilly.
Xihe looked up dizzyly, and what she saw was the handsome face of a man looking down at her.
Xihe: “…”
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