The sun after the start of summer is dazzling and scorching, but the roses in front of the courtyard are blooming more and more beautifully.
It's clear that the person tending the flowerbed takes it very seriously.
Hua Qingyan sat comfortably under the tall ginkgo tree, her bright eyes adorned with a captivating smile.
She smiled as she watched Ye Dashao's tall and straight figure bending down to pick flowers for her.
Just 30 seconds ago, she said she wanted to smell the roses up close.
Her coldness kissed her forehead, and then she whispered a single word in her ear with tenderness.
"good."
Thus, the scene of cruelly destroying the flower before our eyes came about.
He took a pair of scissors and cut off the most beautiful blooms from the flowerbed.
This large field of roses was planted by him ten years ago.
It was all because she said, "It would be so beautiful if the yard were full of white roses."
The next morning, I saw him roll up his sleeves and take a hoe to loosen the soil in the yard.
Despite having never done farm work before, Ye Dashao handled these tasks with ease.
In one morning, he planted all the rose seedlings that he had brought from who-knows-where.
However, his hands, which were holding the gun, were covered in blisters.
He didn't take it seriously and even patted her head, saying to her:
"Yan Yan, in two more months, we'll see the flowers bloom."
And just like that, this originally cold and desolate courtyard was completely transformed into a romantic and beautiful garden.
He said, "I will find whatever Yan Yan likes."
This favor lasted for ten years.
Hua Qingyan looked up at the lush greenery above her head; it was the ginkgo tree she had seen when she first arrived ten years ago.
Over the years, the leaves have remained lush, and the apricots that grow there are still just as big.
She still remembers the apricots she ate in previous years; they were sweet and sour, with soft flesh and a delicate fragrance that was simply intoxicating.
Right now, the fruit on the tree is still quite green; it will take another ten to twenty days for it to ripen.
However, if you calculate the time, there are still sixteen days until her birthday.
Just then, Ye Minghan, who had gone to pick roses, returned to the shade of the tree.
He held a bunch of white roses in his hand, still glistening with dew, their beauty exquisite.
A faint fragrance of roses wafted into Hua Qingyan's nose.
She lowered her eyes to look at Young Master Ye, who had walked up to her, and the smile on her lips deepened.
Sitting on the recliner, she opened her arms to him, and the silk shawl draped over her shoulders slipped down to her waist, revealing her alluring, fair skin.
The girl, who dislikes the heat, wore only a knee-length sundress, her two slender, straight legs crossed.
This captivating and alluring portrait of a beautiful woman left Ye Minghan parched and thirsty.
He forcefully suppressed the surging desire and tightened his grip on the rose stem, whose thorns had been trimmed.
He then bent down and pulled the girl, who was unaware of her allure, into his arms with one hand, before sitting down on the recliner.
Hua Qingyan, who had already been pulled into his arms, took the rose from his hand, bent down and gently sniffed it; the familiar fragrance wafted over her.
The radiant smile on her small face became even more captivating.
She sat on his lap, counting the number of roses in her hand.
Before this, she had spoken to him about roses.
Therefore, each time before, he would only pick one flower for her, adding a note:
"Dedicated to the most beautiful fairy in the world, my one and only love."
Now, it's a huge bunch!
As he counted to the nineteenth, he gently nibbled at her earlobe, his deep, husky voice traveling through her ear canal into her trembling heart.
"Yan Yan, I love you, and I only want to be with you forever."
In her hand were only nineteen roses, the meaning of which was: to love each other forever, to be faithful in this life.
She instantly understood that he was making a promise to her.
She placed the flowers she was holding on the table beside her, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, and smiled sweetly at him.
"Hanhan, I love you too. In the next life, you must continue to pamper me, coax me, and love me."
Her spoiled and domineering words were pressed against Ye Minghan's lips, and in the next instant, he opened his mouth and swallowed them.
A strong possessiveness surged in his dark, narrow eyes.
Whether now, in the future, or in the next life, she can only belong to him alone!
His slender, bony fingers gripped the back of her head, deepening the possessive kiss.
His tongue swept across every inch of her mouth, intertwining with hers.
The girl, who had been deprived of control, defiantly pushed him down onto the deck chair.
She naturally sat around his waist, cupping his chin with both hands.
Let your lips and tongues, pressed together, more fiercely seize each other's breath.
He remembered that she had an injured ankle, and he gently held her calf with his other hand to prevent her from hurting herself again in the heat of passion.
The kiss was so intense that they couldn't stop each other, and soon they were entwined.
This courtyard is very private, with the walls reinforced by Ye Minghan reaching a height of 2.8 meters, making it impossible for outsiders to see in.
Adding to the fact that his servants had neglected their duties a few days ago, allowing unauthorized people to enter his courtyard, Yan Yan became jealous and ran away from home.
He has now strictly ordered all his servants that no one may approach within thirty meters of the courtyard without permission.
Therefore, within a radius of several dozen meters, there were only him and her.
As for Deputy Officer Yang, who temporarily had the privilege of getting close to the courtyard, he went to the capital prison and released Yu Yuanyuan, who was unharmed.
Those who remained, though not involved in the infanticide, were deprived of their freedom forever for knowing about it but failing to report it and coldly standing by.
Regarding Bai Xue, who has not yet been apprehended, and the mastermind behind the scenes, Deputy Officer Yang has dispatched soldiers to secretly search for them, following Young Master Ye's orders.
The chamber of commerce activities held in the commercial street were suspended on the third day, but have now resumed as normal.
The leaders of the various legions who came to Jiangdong to discuss the domestic situation also left two days ago and returned to their respective territories.
As the sun gradually sets, the passionate, intertwined figures, their sparks ignited, slowly come to a halt in the courtyard viewing area, now shaded by leaves.
The girl's fair and graceful body was once again covered with marks of varying depths.
Exhausted, she lay limply on his bare chest, closing her eyes to rest.
Seeing the person in his arms asleep, Ye Minghan smiled indulgently.
His long, slender hand gently stroked her sweaty face, lightly brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her cheek.
The next second, he pulled off his black shirt, covered her curvaceous body, picked her up, stood up, and walked back to the villa, up to the master bedroom, to take a shower.
The sleeping girl was too tired to move and could only let him help her clean.
After so many years, she can finally free her hands and no longer have to wash her hair, take a bath, or get dressed by herself.
This life of being waited on hand and foot has returned.
In addition, she twisted her ankle, so her legs no longer needed to be strained.
She never had a competitive spirit or a career drive; she wasn't a career-oriented woman. She was just a delicate girl who wanted Ye Minghan to pamper her forever.
So, she completely gave up.
Everything had its share of troubles, and she could finally relax.
She couldn't help but exclaim: It's so good to be an adult.
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