August 17th, 4:15 AM.
At the first light of dawn, the sky was filled with morning glow, which sprinkled on the elegant and pleasant flower house, dyeing the backyard where the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant with an intoxicating orange-red.
In the west-facing side bedroom, on the fir bed, under the white gauze curtain, two people who had enjoyed a night of love and only rested for half an hour were sleeping naked in each other's arms.
Yu Xiaotian slowly woke up and looked at Hua Qingcheng who was sleeping peacefully beside him. Recalling the extremely passionate night they had spent together, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and showed a sweet and shy smile on his face.
"I miss my hometown so much in my dreams, the bitter rain washes away my worries. The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and I miss the old branches in the lonely mortal world." Yu Xiaotian gently held Hua Qingcheng's face and gave her an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
"Time flies and the wheels turn, turning the world into autumn. Years pass by in the blink of an eye, but my original intention remains in my heart."
"Qingcheng, do you still remember me when I was a child?" Yu Xiaotian gently placed his big hands on Hua Qingcheng's slender waist, supported his head with one hand and lay on his side, quietly admiring the charming sleeping face of the woman beside him.
Just as Yu Xiaotian was reminiscing about the past, his thoughts drifting away, the woman in his arms suddenly turned over. As if afraid of disturbing her sleep, Yu Xiaotian quickly withdrew his hand from Yu Hua Qingcheng's waist, lay down quickly, and closed his eyes.
After a while, feeling that there was no other movement from the person next to him except the even breathing, Yu Xiaotian opened his pair of bright and bright peach blossom eyes again, and looked at Hua Qingcheng with endless tenderness and affection.
Yu Xiaotian's face was fair and tender, with handsome eyebrows and a high nose bridge. His large eyes were clear and bright, as if they had just been washed clean. His slightly thin lips were slightly curved as he raised his hand to gently caress Hua Qingcheng's face, his fingers gently tracing her eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and lips... He admired Hua Qingcheng's beautiful face with great interest.
"Alluring~"
Yu Xiaotian called out to the woman beside him softly, then leaned forward and kissed Hua Qingcheng's lips, which were still as soft and sweet as ever.
Just as he was about to evacuate, a slender arm stretched out from the side, grabbed his neck and hooked him away, and Yu Xiaotian immediately fell on Hua Qingcheng.
"Yu Xiaotian, do you want to run away after teasing your wife?" Hua Qingcheng pecked Yu Xiaotian's thin lips lightly, then hugged him and rolled over on the bed, and then pressed him under her body.
"Silang, you lit the fire, so you have to be responsible for putting it out." Hua Qingcheng lifted Yu Xiaotian's chin lightly, smiling with a rogue look, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.
"Alluring~"
Yu Xiaotian pouted his lips slightly, opened his big, innocent eyes, and stared at Hua Qingcheng blankly. His cute, puppy-like look almost melted Hua Qingcheng's heart.
"Shiro~"
Hua Qingcheng leaned over and gently kissed Yu Xiaotian's sparkling eyes, then raised her hand and gently pinched his face. With a slight smile on her lips, Hua Qingcheng's watery eyes flickered as she looked at her young husband with a playful look.
"Could it be that you don't want to?"
Just now when she was resting, this guy kept messing with her face and woke her up from her sleep.
"Alluring~"
"I've already told you that no matter how many husbands you have, I, Yu Xiaotian, will always be standing where you can see me when you turn around. Whenever you think of me, just turn your head and you'll see me..."
Yu Xiaotian stretched out his thin, bony hands, tightened them around Hua Qingcheng's slender waist, and pulled her whole body against him. The two of them then hugged each other tightly, entwined in each other once again...
Hua Qingcheng and Yu Xiaotian, in a state of passion, clung to each other in bed for who knows how long. Only when sleepiness set in did Hua Qingcheng pause and fall into a sweet sleep once again...
Ten-year-old Hua Qingcheng, with a high ponytail, wore a white polo shirt, colorful blue sports shorts, and the summer uniform of Zhenan Primary School, as she walked on an ancient village road.
As she walked, Hua Qingcheng suddenly saw a very handsome little boy lying on the ground in front of her. He was being surrounded and beaten by a group of children.
The boy looked to be about eight or nine years old, but the strange thing was that he was dressed in ancient costume, and the children who surrounded him and beat him all looked similar to him.
"Stop it now, or I'll blow your heads off!" Seeing someone being bullied, Hua Qingcheng stepped forward and shouted.
Seeing a girl in strange clothes suddenly appear, everyone looked at her curiously, but after a brief surprise, they continued to beat the little boy on the ground.
"How can this be possible!"
Hua Qingcheng's face suddenly darkened, her eyes turning cold as she looked at the group of children beating her. Then, Hua Qingcheng twisted her wrists, snapping her fingers until they made a "squeaking" sound. In less than five minutes, she had beaten down more than a dozen children who were taller and stronger than her.
"Hey, are you okay?"
After chasing away the hitting child, Hua Qingcheng looked at the little boy lying on the ground with a worried look on her face.
The little boy's hair was disheveled, and his clothes were stained and torn. Even though he looked disheveled, his handsomeness and brilliance could not be concealed. Especially his clear and bright eyes, like washed peach blossoms, seemed to be so pure and clean that it could captivate the soul, making people fall in love with them.
"No...it's okay!" The little boy looked at Hua Qingcheng in a daze, at the woman who saved him but was dressed strangely.
"Sister, what's your name?" the little boy asked weakly. He looked so pitiful that people couldn't help but feel pity for him.
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