"You're back!" When Wen Xin saw Yan Mo Tou, she immediately put down the spoon in her hand and ran over, her eyes sparkling, and she threw herself into his arms like a young swallow returning to its nest. He caught her steadily without letting her shake. Holding his strong waist, she happily rubbed her face against his broad chest.
The buttons of the military uniform, soaked in the cold outside, pressed against her cheeks, feeling icy cold. The fabric of the clothes was also slightly rough as it rubbed against her skin. But when she smelled the clean, soapy scent on his body, she felt an indescribable sense of comfort and security.
Yama put one arm around her, turned his body sideways, and gently closed the door with the other hand.
Wen Xin looked up at him with a bright smile on her little face, and said gently and considerately: "Are you very tired? Was it hard on the road? Are you cold? Did you miss me? I miss you very much. "After saying that, she shyly put her face on his chest again, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
Yan Motou hugged her as if ice and snow were melting, and said "hmm" softly. Looking at her relying on him and acting coquettishly, his eyes softened slightly unconsciously. He reached out and touched her hair, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Happy New Year."
"You too, Happy New Year, but why are you back so late? Have you eaten over there? I cooked a table full of your favorite dishes. If you don't come back, the dishes will be cold." In the past, when the two of them were together and there were no outsiders, he would hug her tightly, bury his head in her neck, and tell her deeply that he missed her...
But he didn't do that just now, he just kissed her on the forehead. Wen Xin was a little dissatisfied, but she still understood his hard work. She knew this part in the book. The hero was transferred to another military region and then he was very busy. The heroine had been communicating with him for a long time but they didn't meet specifically. She just didn't remember the time. It turned out to be this time.
That’s great. This place is not far from his unit. Once the military camp is built and there are family buildings, she can go see him.
"No." Yan Zeyang let her go.
"Then why do you smell like alcohol? It's so pungent?" Wen Xin took a sniff. She had a very sensitive nose. She could smell the alcohol when he just said "hmm".
"We had two drinks at the army party." He pulled her off him, turned around, took off his hat and hung it on the hanger next to him, revealing his crew cut and a resolute and handsome profile. Wen Xin looked at him without blinking, a little obsessed. This was the look she liked, and she felt she could like it forever.
"Then let's eat. I've cooked some mutton soup. You can have a sip to warm yourself up and get rid of the cold."
"Um."
Amid the sound of firecrackers outside and the screams and laughter of a group of children on the street, Wen Xin brought up the mutton soup.
Yan Motou had already washed his hands and was sitting at the table, preparing a table full of meat dishes. She also bought some rice wine from a fellow villager and poured a small cup for each of them. The rice wine was sweet but not intoxicating, and it was very delicious, refreshing and thirst-quenching.
Wen Xin turned on the TV. There was no gala at that time, but there were foreign programs. Wen Xin watched the two people performing a talk show with exaggerated language and expressions. Although the program was not very good, it was lively.
Fireworks are flashing on the glass windows and there are faint sounds of firecrackers, giving the air a strong New Year vibe.
Yan Zeyang sat solemnly at the dining table, and Wen Xin sat next to him, "Have some mutton soup. I made it without any smell of mutton. It's delicious and very nourishing. I've been cooking it for a long time."
Yan Mo Tou took a sip and found the soup to be indeed delicious and not smelly at all. The food she cooked was always delicious.
He drank all the mutton soup that Wen Xin scooped into his bowl, and ate a lot of the dishes on the table. Wen Xin liked the rice wine, which was very sweet, so she drank a lot without realizing it. Her little face was flushed, and she felt a little drunk, and she started to talk more.
Yama looked at her silently and also drank a glass of rice wine.
After dinner, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Wen Xin naturally didn't need to wash the dishes. Yan Motou washed the dishes in the kitchen. After Wen Xin cleaned up the living room, she ran to the kitchen and hugged his waist from behind. She liked hugging his waist the most. Her hands could just fit together. His back was strong and broad, and she liked to put her face on it the most.
Yan Zeyang looked at the pair of tender little hands clasped in front of him. He paused, then continued to wash the dishes. After washing, he put things away and then pulled her away.
He said to her seriously, "Wen Xin, do you still remember the first time we met?"
"I remember!" Wen Xin certainly remembered, "Why, I remember I was wearing a skirt and you tore it, and I patched it up later."
"Where did you buy that skirt?" Yan Zeyang continued.
Wen Xin of course ignored where she bought it. If she told him, he wouldn't know the place. Even if she was drunk, she still knew how to change the subject: "By the way, do you like that dress? How about I put it on and show it to you now?" She looked like a little fairy when she put it on. Even though she was a little embarrassed as it was their first meeting, it didn't stop her from getting up wherever she fell.
She was completely defenseless against Yan Zeyang.
After saying that, she happily ran into her bedroom and quickly pulled out a small box with a metal liner and a bamboo and rattan outer cover, which was exquisitely made. She opened the combination lock, flipped through it, and then took out a skirt from it.
When she turned around, she saw Yama standing at the door looking at her. She quickly put the box away, locked it, and placed it at the back of the closet.
Then she pushed the person who had been looking at her away so that she could change her clothes.
The room was a little cold, but Wen Xin had just drunk the nourishing mutton soup extracted by the system. Her whole body was hot and white steam was coming out of her head. She didn't feel cold at all. She changed into her skirt, intending to make up for the embarrassed look she had when they first met.
This was the one she was wearing when she came here, and it was also the only skirt she had left in the other world.
It is made entirely of silk fabric, a fresh floral dress with very pretty colors. It makes you look like a fairy. The front is half-exposed shoulders. If you pull it up, it is just over the shoulders. If you pull it up again, half of the shoulders are exposed. This dress is a long dress, and the focus is all on the shoulders and the back. The back of the dress is a big V-shape, and it is crossed with only a few straps, revealing a part of the beautiful back, which is very eye-catching.
After Wen Xin put it on, she couldn't wait to run out to show it to Yan Zeyang.
Yan Motou saw her running out like a fairy, holding her skirt, with her shoulders revealing a large area of snow-white skin. She looked at him with a sweet smile on her face, and happily turned around in front of him, "Does it look good?"
"Who made this dress for you?" Yan Mo's sharp black eyes looked her up and down, and finally stared at her. He asked calmly without any emotion in his eyes.
"Can I do it myself?" Seeing his serious look, Wen Xin felt bored. She said unhappily, "What's wrong with you? You look unhappy when you come back today? We finally meet..." If she had known he would be like this, she would not have worn this dress.
"Are you hiding something from me?" he asked.
Wen Xin's face was a little drunken, and she thought to herself that there were many things she was hiding, all of which could not be told. Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me, so you can't blame me for not telling you.
But he said, "No, I'm not hiding anything from you. This is the New Year, let's be nice, okay?"
Wen Xin couldn't help but pull his arm, but Yan Zeyang saw her snow-white arm exposed in the air. When she moved her arm, half of the snow-white shape was vaguely revealed under the gauze on her chest.
He felt a faint rise in his heart, not sure whether it was fire or anger.
"If you don't like it, forget it. I'll change it." Wen Xin felt a little aggrieved, and turned around to go back to her room.
A hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled hard. Wen Xin felt that the force was so strong that she felt like a kite blown by the wind, and then she was pulled into a strong embrace.
It hurt so much when the hard chest hit her cheek. Before she could react, her cheek was lifted up, and then the cold lips pressed her defenselessly.
This was not the first time they kissed, but this time she felt he was very strong. Was he drunk? He was not as gentle as before, and his movements were a little rough. His lips and tongue mercilessly penetrated into the cherry-red lips of the woman in his arms, ruthlessly taking the sweetness from her mouth, and repeatedly ravaged her delicate lips and tongue, making constant pecking and sucking sounds.
Because of the force he used just now, one shoulder of Wen Xin's skirt was pulled down by him. The skirt was originally a little off-shoulder, so after it was pulled down, her underwear was naturally exposed.
Yama gave her a kiss and sucked her pink lips and tongue hard, then he looked down at her and saw the snowy peak at a glance, like bright red cherry blossoms blooming on the snowy mountains in winter.
At that moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, with a cold face, and silently picked her up, walked into the bedroom, then kicked the door hard with his foot, and the door made a "thump" sound.
Outside on New Year's Eve, firecrackers were popping.
But he walked to the bed and put him on it, staring at her with his deep eyes, watching her lying in the blue, her skin as white as cream, her body as beautiful as clouds. He choked, reached out and tore off his military uniform and threw it aside, then stared at her as she unbuttoned her shirt one by one, his eyes dark as he unbuttoned it, and walked towards her with his long legs.
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