Zhang Xiuyuan walked forward, looking straight ahead with a calm expression.
Zhao Chuchu held her breath, stopped, and reached out to grab Zhang Xiuyuan's wrist.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiuyuan turned his head and looked at her in confusion. His eyes were clear and bright, reflecting her figure clearly, but it seemed as if nothing was happening.
"Brother Yuan, what if, what if what he said is true? What if I really did those things?" Zhao Chuchu stared at him intently, trying to see the strange expression on Zhang Xiuyuan's face.
Zhang Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, then he spoke, his tone still calm, "Wife, I just said that I am pursuing the future, not the past."
Zhao Chuchu tightened her grip on Zhang Xiuyuan's wrist, her voice slightly hoarse, "Why don't you pursue it? Is it because you don't care?"
A slight pain came from his wrist, and Zhang Xiuyuan frowned slightly, but did not struggle.
"Wife, everyone has a past. If we keep dwelling on the past, what will we do in the future?"
Zhao Chuchu gritted her teeth and stared at the young man in front of her who was preaching to her. She glanced around, pulled Yuan Ge'er to an empty corner, threw down the bucket, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his thin waist tightly with both hands.
"But I hope you care. I hope you can understand me better, so that I know you care about me. I want to see you jealous, I want to see you scold me when I do something wrong, that will make me happy, and I will know that you care about me."
"I don't want to see you not caring about anything about me. I don't think you like me much now. I just want you to care about me a little more, even if it's just a little more every day. Brother Yuan, husband, is that okay?"
The body in his arms was soft and delicate, with a faint fragrance. Zhang Xiuyuan lowered his head and was stunned when he met the girl's red eyes. His heart, as calm as an ancient well, began to ripple.
"I……"
Before he could finish his words, his lips were blocked the next second. The girl's lips were warm, plump, elastic, soft and sweet.
Zhang Xiuyuan's pupils dilated involuntarily.
This was an experience he had never had in eighteen years.
"Bang, bang, bang," the calm heart began beating faster as the lips were pried open.
Zhao Chuchu had never kissed anyone before. This was her first kiss in her two lifetimes combined, so she had no kissing skills at all.
But the moment she kissed him, she became addicted.
Zhang Xiuyuan's lips are thin, with a perfect curve and are as red as blood, making them very suitable for kissing.
Seeing Yuan Ge'er's dazed look, Zhao Chuchu felt that he was even more adorable, and the grievance in her heart just faded away, leaving only the current excessiveness.
Zhang Xiuyuan had no experience at all. He didn't know how to breathe, and in the end his ears and face turned red.
His clear eyes were filled with mist and he almost suffocated.
His hands helplessly grasped Zhao Chuchu's shoulders.
Noticing his abnormality, Zhao Chuchu quickly came to her senses and let him go.
After getting some air, Zhang Xiuyuan was like a dried-up fish returning to the water. He breathed rapidly, the blush on his face still lingering, and there were two hints of crimson at the corners of his eyes.
The handsome young man, as elegant as jade, should be aloof and abstinent, untainted by the dust, but at this moment he is tinged with a layer of charm.
Zhao Chuchu's throat rolled, her heart was burning, and she could hardly control the urge to kiss him again.
But she couldn't. The occasional hug was fine, but it should become a kiss. She was afraid that Yuan Ge'er would hate her.
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