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Zi Yan looked at Zhuo Weitang and thought for a moment before asking.

"That girl is you, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm to stroke the bangs on Zi Yan's forehead.

"That night, your mother broke this scar of yours, right?"

Zhuo Weitang's words were tantamount to telling Zi Yan the answer.

Zi Yan's lips trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. She slid off the sofa and hugged Zhuo Weitang tightly.

"You knew it all along. Why didn't you tell me?"

"At that time, I was only guessing that it would be on the second day after our marriage. Because you have too many scars on your body, and after so many years, I wasn't sure if it would be you or not.

Zhuo Wei Ting gently caressed Zi Yan's soft hair, feeling deeply moved in his heart. The fate of a person and a person is really subtle, perhaps he and Yan'er were already destined 18 years ago.

"Yan'er, are you willing to marry me?"

Excited, Zhuo Weitong proposed the proposal once more.

"A-Ting, get up. I promised A-Feng that I won't get married again in this life. I'm never going to get married again."

Zi Yan wiped her face on Zhuo WeiTing's clothes. Her tears and snot were all wiped off.

"Yan'er, I went to London to look for Gao Jianfeng. He said he wishes us all the best. Really, those so-called promises, can we just let him go to hell?"

Hearing Zi Yan's promise again, Zhuo Weitang was enraged.

"A-Ting, you won't understand. I said a lot of things about hurting A-Feng last time. I promised him that I won't be with you, and I won't …"

Zi Yan shook her head, taking responsibility for everything she said. Since young, her teacher had always taught them this way.

"Yan'er, if you don't believe us, we can go to London to find Gao Jianfeng. I think he should be very free right now."

Zhuo Weitang held Zi Yan's hand as if he wanted to fly over immediately.

"A Ting, actually, falling in love doesn't mean that we have to be together. We can just raise and raise a filial son together."

Zi Yan looked at Zhuo WeiTing. Although she also wished for the family of three to live together, she had promised Feng that she would do it.

In this life, she owed him too much, unless …

"Yan'er, did you have to hear from Gao Jian Feng that he wouldn't mind us being together before you gave up that damned promise?"

Zhuo Wei Ting stood up, grabbed Zi Yan's hand, and pulled out the phone to call Gao Jianfeng.

"Gao Jianfeng, quickly tell Yan'er that that damned promise of yours doesn't count."

After he made a call, Zhuo WeiTing shouted at the other side of the phone.

Gao Jianfeng who was lying on the bed was stunned, he finally understood that Zi Yan and Zhuo WeiTing were together again. Although he had said it straightforwardly, now that he knew it was Zi Yan on the other end of the phone, he couldn't say it anymore.

In just a few short days, they had already made up. Where did Yan'Er want him to go?

"Yan'er, if …"

"Feng, I will take responsibility for what I said. I won't get married, and I won't …"

"Damn it, you clearly love me too. Why do you have to say words that disobey your heart?"

Zhuo Wei was extremely furious and threw the phone on the ground, then desperately hugged and kissed Zi Yan.

"Yan'er, I don't care what you think, in this life, you will only be my wife."

He did not allow her to have any excuse to reject him.

"A-Ting, don't do that."

Her lips were in pain, Zi Yan instinctively pushed him.

"Yan'er, you love me. Why can't we be together?"

He was infuriated by Zi Yan to talk about promises. She had told him before that she only loved him once in her life.

"A-Ting, don't be like this. Let's talk properly."

Zi Yan wanted to sit up, but Zhuo WeiTing held her down tightly.

"Just say it like this. Yan'er, you said that you will only love me once in your life, I want to hear you say you love me, say it now."

Zhuo Weitang bit Zi Yan's lips. Ever since they met, he had never heard Zi Yan say that she loved him again.

Seven years ago, Zi Yan would say it every day, several times every day, but now, she was being stingy.

"A-Ting, I love you, but …"

Zhuo Weitang did not want to listen to any 'buts', but, or perhaps, he just needed to know that Zi Yan loved him.

Ahh!

Zi Yan's body was suddenly suspended in the air. She was frightened as both of her hands instinctively wrapped around Zhuo WeiTing.

"No, Yan Er, we are already husband and wife, no one can separate us, today, no one can stop me from wanting you."

Zhuo Weitang carried Zi Yan into the lounge.

There was a limit to a person's tolerance, he had waited for so long, and finally, Zi Yan took the initiative to look for him, he thought he could finally see the light of day. He didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to be together in the end.

F * ck his promise, he insisted on being together. Not only would he be with Yan'er, he would also need to give birth to a baby as soon as possible, and it would be best if he could anger Gao Jianfeng to death.

"A-Ting, no …"

"Yan'er, this is your punishment, I don't want to hear about it. I only know that people who love each other should be together, I love you, you love me, that's enough."

Zhuo Weitang kicked off his shoes and carried Zi Yan as he rolled onto the bed. It was obvious that he was a little impatient and his hands were unable to unbutton Zi Yan's clothes.

"Swish!"

He was getting a little anxious, with a little bit of force from his hands, he tore off his clothes, causing the buttons to fly as Zi Yan hugged her chest in shock.

"A-Ting, don't do this! Let go of me!"

Zi Yan was a little scared, she had never seen Zhuo Weitang like this, even when they were married in the past, he wasn't this angry.

"Are you saying that I'm going to rape and rape you again?"

Zhuo Weoting's hand stopped, but his eyes were filled with flickering flames.

"A-Ting, you know what? Can you give me some time?" I promise you, we'll start over, but we can't... "Ugh …"

Zi Yan's explanation was unnecessary, Zhuo Wei Ting had already decided, no matter what, today he would get Zi Yan. It had been seven years, and in these seven years he hadn't had a single woman, so she should give him a taste of her sweetness.

"I can, I've waited for you for seven years, I have always believed that you were still alive. If you were truly gone, I would never marry. Yan'er, can you understand the pain?"

Zhuo Wei Ting kissed Zi Yan, his hand moving across Zi Yan's body, and Yan'er's body becoming more mature than before.

He had already felt it when he was in the elevator last time. Perhaps it was because he had a child, which made it even harder for Zhuo WeiTing to control himself.

"I'm sorry, I overlooked this."

Zi Yan felt very guilty as she listened to Zhuo WeiTing's painful breathing.

"Wife, I love you. I started seven years ago, maybe even earlier."

He knew that his Yan'er had returned, and his wife had returned. In the future, he would be very happy every single day.

"Hubby, I love you too."

Zi Yan closed her eyes and gave her red lips. A promise was very important, but at this moment, feeling was the most important.

It had been seven years. No matter if it was her or A-Ting, they both needed to truly feel each other's presence.

"Yan'er!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and buried himself in the soft embrace that he had longed for for for so long.

"Mm, promise to go to hell."

Before her rationality was driven away, a sentence appeared in Zi Yan's throat.

"Wife, thinking like this is right. No one can stop us from loving each other, no one can stop us from being together, so you are not allowed to think about anyone else. You can only think about me, your husband, and look at me, letting us regain our former feelings."

Seeing that Zi Yan's starry eyes were slightly shut, Zhuo Weitang ordered.

Zi Yan seemed to be bewitched, and she slightly opened her eyes.

Looking at Zhuo WeiTing, his memory had returned to seven years ago. At that time, although he had been in a daze, he had been truly happy, especially defending her at A-Ting. For her birth.

Zi Yan slowly stretched out her hand and wrapped it around Zhuo Weitang's neck, her eyes shining with an intoxicating gentleness.

"Yan'er, all these years, I have been looking for you. I have always hoped that we could reunite and be together. At that time, I realized that I could not leave you behind in my life."

Zhuo WeiTing's breathing was filled with a deep sense of love. All these years, he had been looking forward to this day.

She was looking forward to the day when she could hold Yan'er in her arms and return to her warm body.

"A-Ting, all these years, I've wanted to love, love, and hate you. My thoughts and thoughts have always been united with you."

Zi Yan's eyes were sparkling, all these years she had been able to hold on because of her love and hatred for him.

"Yan'er, I love you. We will never separate again."

Along with Zhuo Weitang's heavy breathing and a forceful movement, the lovers who had been separated for seven years finally had each other at this moment.

The temperature in the room grew higher and higher, and the men and women began the prelude to the night.

"Ugh!" Wife, please don't leave me again, okay? "

Zi Yan's delicate body tightly clung onto his strong body. Before, Zi Yan had always been able to silently endure, but now, she was more of a collaborator, knowing how to make both sides happy.

A series of "oh" sounds came out from Zi Yan's throat, like a aphrodisiac, causing Zhuo WeiTing to be unable to stop himself.

The union of love, every call, is the voice of love.

"Wife, promise me, don't leave me again."

Zhuo Weating sought out Zi Yan's resonance time and time again as Zi Yan's tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and fell on her pillow.

She loved him, she really loved him. Even after seven years had passed, she knew that he was the only one in her heart. If she betrayed her friend and was truly going to hell, then she would rather sink into the flames of love.

No matter what Zhuo WeiTing asked for, Zi Yan didn't respond. Other than this kind of love between a man and a woman, there was also a love that entangled her.

As if afraid to press Zi Yan down, Zhuo WeiTing exchanged places with Zi Yan. He held Zi Yan and had her lie down on his chest.

A tear inadvertently fell on his chest, burning his heart.

"Yan'er, what's wrong?"

Only now did Zhuo Weitang realize that Zi Yan was crying. He reached out his hand to turn on the light in the resting room, and seeing that there were tears on Zi Yan's rosy face, he nervously held her face in his hands.

Zi Yan didn't say anything. She just tightly hugged Zhuo Weitang and buried her head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling this true love of hers.

"Yan'er, is it because of me, or him?"

Zhuo Weitang had extinguished all the lights in the lounge. Only then did he realize that the city had already entered into the night. The interior of the house was somewhat dark, and only the contours of each other's faces could be seen.

"All of them, A-Ting. Our marriage has' expired ', right?"

Zi Yan's voice seemed to be choked with sobs. What was the expiration date she was talking about?

Is it a legal validity period? Was it a psychological barrier?

"Yan'er, you still want to leave me?"