Zhao Yilu held Fan Hua in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom and said, "Wife, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't worry about them all the time. You should worry about me too. I've been away for a meeting for more than ten days. Don't you feel my longing for you like a surging river?"
Fan Hua gently hit Zhao Yilu's shoulder and scolded him, "You are so troublesome. You are so old and still act like a spoiled child to me." Although she said that, there was a smile on her face.
"I don't care, my dear. 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 as tall and straight as a pine tree.
He had a sturdy figure, with well-defined muscles. Time seemed to be particularly tolerant to him, adding only a bit of calmness and handsomeness between his brows. However, his eyes, which contained both determination and tenderness, caused ripples in Fan Hua's heart.
I have to admit that the forty-year-old Zhao Yilu is still handsome, and has a different charm from that of a ten-year-old!
It’s true that men are in their prime at the age of forty!
Fan Hua's heart seemed to be gently moved by an invisible hand. The days and nights she had spent with Zhao Yilu in the past ten years flashed through her mind like movie clips. The relationship between the two seemed to have been preservative-ed and was still as sweet as before.
Zhao Yilu's hands gently stroked Fan Hua's back, slowly moving upwards and unbuttoning her cheongsam. Fan Hua's eyes gradually became blurred, and she couldn't help but raise her hands and gently stroke 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 with longing and affection, he gently covered Fan Hua's lips.
Fan Hua closed her eyes, immersed in this long-lost tenderness, and her hands unconsciously wrapped around Zhao Yilu's neck, responding to him warmly.
The room was filled with a sweet atmosphere. At this moment, the two seemed to have regained the time when they were in love. Everything around them became unimportant, leaving only their figures hugging each other tightly.
Ten years of living together day and night have given the two of them a special understanding. They understand each other's preferences and are more able to make each other happy. Fan Hua feels from the bottom of her heart that the love of middle-aged couples can be so sweet...
"Wife, time flies. We have been married for ten 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. "Yeah, it's going so fast! We're getting old so quickly! Have you ever thought that if Yeye and Xiaoxiao had gotten married early like we did, we would all be grandparents now!"
Zhao Yilu couldn't help but chuckle, "Then you are the youngest grandmother!"
Fan Hua couldn't help laughing. 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 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. Even when she celebrated her birthday here, it was on March 20th as written in her original household registration book.
She felt that since she occupied someone else's body, her birthday should be based on the original person's birthday.
Ten years have passed, and Fan Hua feels like she's completely integrated into this era. If it weren't for Xiao Xiao repeatedly mentioning the eighth day of next month to pick her up, Fan Hua would have almost forgotten that the eighth day of next month was her birthday last year...
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