Zhao Yilu held Fan Hua in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom and said, "Wife, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Don't worry about them all the time. You should worry about me too. I've been away for more than ten days for a meeting. Don't you feel my longing for you like a surging river?"
Fan Hua gently hit Zhao Yilu's shoulder and said angrily, "You are so troublesome. You are so old and still act like a spoiled child in front of me." Although she said that, there was a smile on her face.
"I don't care, my wife. Now is the time that belongs to the two of us. Let me hug you first and make up for the past ten days of missing you." After saying that, he put Fan Hua on the bed and took off his shirt...
Fan Hua looked at Zhao Yilu, who was already forty years old but still stood as straight as a pine tree.
He has a strong body, with clear muscle lines. Time seems to be particularly kind to him, adding only a bit of calmness and handsomeness between his brows. And the eyes that contain both determination and tenderness make ripples in Fan Hua's heart.
I have to admit that Zhao Yilu is still handsome at the age of 40, and has a different charm from when he was 20!
It’s true that men are in their prime at the age of 40!
Fan Hua's heart seemed to be gently moved by an invisible hand. The days and nights she had spent with Zhao Yilu for the past twenty years flashed through her mind like a movie clip. The relationship between the two seemed to have been preservative--it was still as sweet as it was back then.
Zhao Yilu's hands gently stroked Fan Hua's back, slowly moved upwards, and unbuttoned her cheongsam. Fan Hua's eyes gradually became blurred, and she couldn't help but raise her hands and gently stroked Zhao Yilu's face.
Zhao Yilu took her hand and slowly lowered his head. His breathing became warm and rapid, spraying on Fan Hua's cheek. Finally, he could no longer suppress his inner emotions. His handsome face slowly approached, and gently covered Fan Hua's lips with longing and affection.
Fan Hua closed her eyes, immersed in the long-lost tenderness. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Zhao Yilu's neck, responding to him enthusiastically.
The room was filled with a sweet atmosphere. At this moment, the two seemed to have returned to the time when they were passionately in love. Everything around them became unimportant, and only their figures hugged each other tightly.
After 20 years of living together day and night, the two have a special understanding. They clearly understand each other's preferences and can make each other happier. Fan Hua feels from the bottom of her heart that the love of middle-aged couples can be so sweet...
"Wifey, time flies. We have been married for twenty years. It seems like it was just yesterday when we met on the train..." Zhao Yilu sighed.
Fan Hua found a comfortable position in Zhao Yilu's arms, "Yes, it's so fast, we will be old soon! Have you ever thought that if Yuanyuan and Xiaoxiao got married early like we did, we would be grandparents now!"
Zhao Yilu couldn't help but chuckle, "Then you are the youngest grandmother!"
Fan Hua couldn't help but laugh. A 39-year-old grandmother wasn't very young at all. Before she traveled through the book, there were many people who were still unmarried at the age of 39.
Thinking about the time before she traveled through the book... Fan Hua couldn't help but get closer to Zhao Yilu. She had never told Zhao Yilu her exact date of birth, and even when she celebrated her birthday here, it was on March 20th as recorded in the original owner's household registration book.
She felt that since she occupied someone else's body, her birthday should be based on the original owner's birthday.
Twenty years have passed, and Fan Hua feels that she has completely integrated into this era. If it weren’t for picking up Xiao Xiao and repeatedly mentioning the eighth day of next month, Fan Hua would have almost forgotten that the eighth day of next month was her birth date in her previous life...
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