I want to marry you
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"Okay, I'll go buy it now."
After saying that, Meng Yanxiu held her face, gave her a deep kiss, walked in, closed the window, and then turned and left.
As the door closed, Wu Jianwei suddenly lost consciousness.
When her intense emotions gradually cooled down, she walked into the bathroom and looked up at herself in the mirror with flushed cheeks and panicked eyes. A thought flashed through her mind like thunder: she was really crazy just now!
She was like a drunkard who had fallen into a jar of wine and was deeply intoxicated.
No, I have to calm down! She undressed hastily, turned on the shower head, and a dense stream of water poured down from above her head.
She closed her eyes tightly, but the scene just now kept flashing in her mind. She pinched her palms tightly, trying to calm herself with the pain, but her heart was still in turmoil.
The sound of rushing water made her more and more nervous. How should she face Meng Yanxiu when he came back?
At the same time, Meng Yanxiu drove his car and stopped in front of a convenience store fifteen kilometers away. The area where the Meng family's old house was located was deserted, and this was the nearest store.
But he didn't go in immediately. Instead, he sat in the car and lit a cigarette.
Along the way, he kept the window open, and the cold wind made his mind clearer.
He was not sure whether Kirimi Wei had thought it through. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse. Maybe she would regret it when she woke up tomorrow. Maybe she already regretted it now.
It was not until he finished his third cigarette that he opened the car door and walked into the convenience store.
After taking a shower, Kirimi Wei changed into a pearl-colored lace suspender nightgown. She felt it was inappropriate, so she put on an outer robe, crossed the collar, and covered herself tightly.
She sat by the bed, watching the time pass by, but Meng Yanxiu still didn't come back.
She was both relaxed and anxious, her thoughts shifting back and forth.
Suddenly, there was a low knock on the door, like a drumbeat hitting her heart, making her hold her breath unconsciously and her whole body tremble.
At this time, it had been an hour and a half since Meng Yanxiu left.
She took a deep breath, walked to the door, and her fingers lingered on the cold door handle for a moment. Finally, she slowly opened the door.
She looked up and saw Meng Yan standing outside the door in a long black nightgown. There was a bulge in the left pocket of his robe, which was angular and square.
The two stood facing each other, and Wu Jianwei suddenly realized that he had also gone to take a shower.
Meng Yanxiu stared at her for two seconds, his tone becoming increasingly serious: "Why is your hair still dripping?"
"Ah..." Wu Jianwei then remembered that she had been sitting there and forgot to blow dry her hair.
Meng Yanxiu stepped forward, closed the door, took her wrist, and walked to the bathroom: "Come, I'll blow you."
Kiriomi: “Oh.”
But Meng Yanxiu's way of blowing her hair was strange. Usually he would stand behind her and blow her hair, but he insisted on standing in front of her.
Meng Yanxiu leaned down, his arms almost encircling her whole body, and parted her hair strand by strand, blowing it carefully. His bony fingers shuttled through her hair, carefully covering her scalp, the temperature just right, not burning her.
The collar of the black nightgown would brush against Wu Jianwei's cheek from time to time as he moved.
Her eyes had nowhere to go, so they fell straight into the open neckline, and she saw his well-defined upper body at a glance.
"Okay." Meng Yanxiu put down the hair dryer.
Wu Jianwei raised his head slightly and looked at him intently: "Meng Yanxiu, your method is so clumsy."
Meng Yanxiu raised his hand and massaged her head: "What are you thinking about? Blow from the front to the back so that the hair won't touch your face."
As he spoke, he picked up the comb and combed her hair again: "I'm leaving, you go to bed early. It's normal for your thoughts to change. You don't have to consider my feelings. Say whatever you want to say. I won't force you, and I don't want to date you for this."
Wu Jianwei was stunned for a moment: "Did you figure it out?"
"I guessed it, and I saw it." Meng Yanxiu pulled her out of the bathroom. "You tend to be impulsive. You should calm down and think carefully."
"Yeah." Wu Jianwei responded softly.
Meng Yanxiu smiled, let go of her hand, turned around and closed the door handle: "Good night, see you tomorrow."
After saying that, he was about to press the door handle when suddenly a warm arm wrapped around his waist.
Meng Yanxiu turned his head: "What's wrong?"
The hesitation just now faded away, and a new idea prevailed.
Instead of letting go, Wu Jianwei buried her face in his back. Her hands, which were around his waist, reached down, hooked her fingertips around the belt, and pulled it down, and his pajamas opened.
Meng Yanxiu's body stiffened and he turned around suddenly.
Her eyes unexpectedly met Meng Yanxiu's body, her face flushed, and she hurriedly looked away, her heart beating like a drum.
"Why are you trying to hook me up?" Meng Yanxiu couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her forehead and gently stroked her back. "Don't be impulsive. Think about it slowly for a while and decide if this is what you want. There's no rush now."
Seeing that she didn't move, Meng Yanxiu said again: "I'm leaving, you go to bed early."
Wu Jianwei held him tightly, still not letting go and not saying a word.
Meng Yanxiu could feel her heartbeat was rapid, so he slowed down his voice: "How about this, I'll have someone bring some cookies over to keep you company?"
"Biscuit is not a spare tire." Wu Jianwei finally spoke, pressing her face against him.
"Well... then what will it take for you to rest?" Meng Yanxiu lowered his head and looked at her, then said, "I know you better than you do. You're too emotional, so I have to stay rational for you. Right now, you're just new to me, which is why you mistakenly think this feeling is strong."
Kirimi slightly loosened one hand and poked his robe pocket with his fingertips: "Then why did you bring it here?"
"This is the limitation of my human nature. I can be impulsive, but I can control this desire." Meng Yanxiu took the square box out of his pocket and said, "I'll throw it away now."
"What a waste of money." Wu Jianwei grabbed his wrist, took the box from his hand and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Meng Yanxiu chuckled softly, "You can be really stubborn sometimes, but why do you possess both stubbornness and fickleness?"
"You said you understood me, but you just found out that I'm this kind of person?" Wu Jianwei no longer avoided his gaze and stared straight into his eyes.
Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes: "Of course I knew it a long time ago. You are more attractive to me like this."
Kirimi raised her hand slightly, slid it down his collar and into his robe, pressing her hot palm against his back: "Then what are you still afraid of?"
Meng Yanxiu gently put his arm around her waist and shook her: "I'm afraid you'll regret it."
Wu Jianwei didn't say anything else, but stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
Meng Yanxiu said a lot, but she didn’t want to listen anymore. She wanted to face her heart.
Her feelings would not deceive her, she enjoyed his kiss, and she was nervous but looking forward to what would happen next.
"Don't..."
Meng Yanxiu didn't finish his words because she blocked his mouth again. He looked at her in surprise for a long time.
After making sure that she had no intention of stopping, Meng Yanxiu took off his nightgown and threw it away. He no longer suppressed his desire and moved his hands from her waist down to support her legs.
While kissing her, he said in a hoarse voice, "Come up."
He pushed up gently, and Wu Jianwei's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He walked into the room and pushed her down on the bed.
Her long hair spread out like waves, and she put her arms around Meng Yanxiu's neck. Her breathing was slightly disordered, but a question suddenly came to her mind. They had only known each other for half a month, and she had new concerns.
“Isn’t that too fast?”
Meng Yanxiu answered her seriously: "No, we have a whole night, let's take it slow."
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Kirimi pinched the back of his neck slightly, "That's not what I meant."
Meng Yanxiu lowered his head and stroked the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "I know. Should I answer your question again?"
"No."
She didn't tell Meng Yanxiu that although they had only known each other for half a month, the moment her heart fell in love was at first sight.
Everything around was quiet. The night outside the window was not as dark as in his eyes, and the moonlight outside the window was not as bright as in her eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Meng Yanxiu's body swayed, his hands resting on her ears, capturing every subtle change on her face.
Kiri looked at him, her breath hot and she gasped intermittently: "I want to smell the smell of you."
A smile suddenly appeared in Meng Yanxiu's eyes, and he said in a provocative tone, "Come on."
"No." Kirimi moved his head slightly, "Come down."
"Here it comes." Meng Yanxiu said as he gently put down her legs and then bent down.
Wu Jianwei suddenly pushed his shoulder away, turned around and pressed him under her body, closed her eyes and hugged him, kissed his brow, kissed behind his ear, kissed his neck... The only sounds in the room were the intertwined heartbeats and the warmth of their skin against each other.
She took a deep breath, and the familiar breath and body temperature instantly wrapped her tightly.
After the night was over, he was scented with her ebony roses, and she was scented with his wormwood vetiver.
It was a lingering smell that, like their relationship, could never be dispelled.
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In the early morning, Wu Jianwei woke up in his arms. She reached out her hand quietly and tried to move out.
"Where are you going?" Meng Yanxiu closed his eyes, suddenly retracted his arms, and brought her back to him.
Kirimi patted the back of his hand lightly, signaling him to let go.
"I want to put my pajamas on."
"Wear mine." Meng Yanxiu opened his nightgown, wrapped her up completely, and hugged her tightly, "Let's wear it together."
"you……"
She snorted coldly, turned around suddenly and pressed on Meng Yanxiu, sticking to him softly and tightly, with one leg resting between his legs.
Meng Yanxiu finally opened his eyes completely, and a rare smile flashed through his cold eyes with long and thick eyelashes. He asked her softly.
"Have you decided on a wedding date?"
Wu Jianwei didn't say anything, but walked over to him with her arms outstretched. He reached out and held her waist.
She picked up the contract from the bedside table, slapped it on Meng Yanxiu's bare chest, and wrote a string of numbers stroke by stroke right in front of his heart.
"Let me see." Meng Yanxiu pulled her into his arms, his eyes fixed on the date that hadn't yet dried. "Why did you choose this day?"
There was a total solar eclipse that day, the day Meng Yanxiu was struck by lightning, and the day Wu Jianwei withdrew his resignation letter.
"That day, I saw Baily's beads hanging in the sky. They were so beautiful, like a diamond ring."
Wu Jianwei listened to his heartbeat and spoke slowly.
"I like this date very much." Meng Yanxiu paused and asked, "But why 2013? It's still four years from now."
"Have you heard of the cycle of seasons?"
Kirimi is a romanticist with a unique understanding of the four seasons: "The four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, are experienced four times. This means that we have experienced flowers blooming four times, leaves falling four times, high summers four times, and heavy snow four times together. After going through a complete cycle of the four seasons, we are the unchanging climate in each other's lives."
"Is a year okay?" Meng Yanxiu asked tentatively.
Kirimimi said firmly: "No."
"Well, I'll listen to you."
Meng Yanxiu lowered his head to kiss her earlobe, but when he thought about how forgetful she was, he couldn't help but remind her after just a few minutes.
"Awu, I will definitely marry you in four years. When the time comes, don't forget to marry me."
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Wu Jianwei did not forget, she always remembered this date.
At this moment, she was wearing a wedding dress and standing on the wedding flower path paved with white burgundy roses.
But even so, she still found it hard to believe.
She never thought that this day would come like this.
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The next chapter will return to the timeline after the reunion~
Back to the wedding scene, the wedding continues
The two people who misunderstood each other will pull each other to the extreme
Read the guide:
1. Chapters 5 to 16 are flashbacks, and the rest are reunion lines.
2. The sweetness of love, the misunderstandings involved, and the reasons for separation will be narrated later through flashbacks, which are fragmentary and do not account for a large proportion of the content.
3. The whole text mainly focuses on the story after the reunion.
[Orange Heart][Orange Heart][Orange Heart]Thank you for reading~
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