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Hearing this, Yinyin hurriedly snatched the bag from his finger and told him to put it on her. Then, she would rather find a hole in the ground and hide inside it forever.

She still wasn't prepared in her heart, but would she want it tonight?

There was suddenly no sound outside the door. It was very quiet. He must have left.

This made her mood somewhat better, and her nervousness was slowly disappearing.

Throwing the cute girl and her pajamas on the shelf, she turned on the switch again and let the water wash her body that had already been washed countless times wash it. She wanted to completely stabilize her emotions before going out, because this time, something was bound to happen.

The sound of the water made the outside of the glass door become even quieter, and she once again immersed herself in the water. She bravely allowed herself to recall everything that happened, and she no longer avoided it, as if the man in her memory was also gentle, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, but that man finally took her. When she wasn't prepared, when she was only 15 years old, everything was just a memory of pain.

The mask on his face was still fresh in her memory. She would never want to see him again.

Now that she recalled the painful memories of her past, she only wanted herself to believe that men and women weren't really that scary of a thing. It was just that at that time, that man seemed to be forced, and she was the one who, on that day, had always left traces of each other on their bodies.

It couldn't be said that she hated him. It was just that when he took her in that bloody place, it would forever remain a memory of fear …

The cute pink dress was tied to her chest. The lace underpants were decorated with transparent flower patterns, as if she was writing a story after another.

When she put on the night gown that was as thin as a cicada's wing, she felt a little cold.

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, she lingered again, hoping that he had something to do, because she couldn't see him through the mosaic glass.

She was not afraid of anything when she rushed out and hid under the blanket.

She took in a deep breath. If she wanted to be loved, she would need courage. This was what she would always have to do.

She gently pulled open the glass door. The moment she stood at the door, the light in the room was extinguished. Instead, it was a small lamp by the wall. The dim light made her feel more at ease.

He was still in the room. He was waiting for her to come out.

It was his custom to wash, but the moment her legs stepped out, he suddenly appeared and hugged her. The smell of his bath told her that he was finished.

So after she got the pajamas, he went to wash them in the bathroom by the arm?

His speed really wasn't something to be reckoned with.

Now she was in his arms like a lamb, white and tender as if she could be cut at his will.

Her arms were wrapped around her neck, her heart was beating very fast. The cute clothes she wore and the nightgown she was wearing were all her own choice. He had never bought her such a bold undergarment, so everything was initiated by her.

At this moment, she really had no excuse to escape.

She had thought about it for a few days, but she was still worried when it really came to giving it to him.

The warmth of his hand outside the thin silk undergarment made her feel his heat.

He gently placed her on the bed, as if she was his treasure. On the soft pillow, she quietly laid on the bed, trying her best to open her eyes and not avoid everything that was happening to her.

Those clear eyes seemed to be saying something, telling him that this moment was something she should have given him a long time ago.

Only because she was his wife.

In his eyes, the transparent pajamas made people's blood boil even more. He looked at her with pity in his eyes, wanting her to go crazy. How many days and nights he spent in pain like this, but when this moment really came, he was still afraid of hurting her.

She was different from the women of his past. Those women only gave him a dirty feeling, and Yinyin, even though she was the mother of a child, was still pure and holy, as if an angel had descended by his side.

He had always thought that he was just using her, but the more time passed, the more he realized that deep down in his heart, he really cared about everything about her.

He cared about his emotions.

Was it love? He couldn't tell, but when Jing came, when he tried to try another woman, he failed.

He knew that Yinyin had called him that night, and he also knew that it was Yinyin who had called him.

From the strange look on Jing's face, he knew what kind of trick she was playing, so he checked and found out that the call was not made wrong, but from a dream. It was only then that the bartender told him that a woman had taken his VIP card and was spending it in the dream.

Without even thinking, he knew that there was no one else other than Yinyin.

He had always wondered why Yinyin liked to stay in the dream, but every time he wanted to ask, he would be overwhelmed by the faint sadness between her eyebrows.

I'm afraid that if I ask, it will bring on some unexplained sadness.

Silently, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her as if he wanted to see her into his bones.

She was clearly visible to her, his wife, and he would never let her go again.

Under the dim light, her long eyelashes flashed clearly in front of his eyes. It should be due to her nervousness.

Still afraid?

Even after sleeping with her for so long, she was still afraid of him. Just thinking about it made him feel defeated.

She shivered slightly. She must be cold. She stood up and turned on the heater, causing the warm air to fill the room. Actually, he was afraid of the heat, but he was more afraid of her being cold.

However, Yinyin seemed to be very brave today. She looked at him, and in her eyes was him, while in his eyes was only her.

The two of them stared at each other like that for a long time, until his legs became a little stiff. Only then did he realize that he was really too emotionless, actually staring at her like a fool.

He wanted to ask her: Will you be afraid?

He wanted to ask her: Would she regret it?

However, as his lips inched closer and closer, he forgot to ask. He only wanted to plunder her fragrance and sweetness.

Without dodging, she finally closed her eyes, and he kissed her all the way down …

However, this time was different from the past. That kiss was filled with endless fervor and search …

He wanted her.

I've been thinking about it for too long.

Her forehead, her eyebrows, the tip of her small nose, then her lips, he was lighting the flame, he was lighting the long, unlit aroma of her body.

Her slender fingers continuously drew circles on her body. She wanted to hear her gasping for air. She wanted to let her ice-cold body melt in his embrace …

Quietly, the little cutie was left on the floor …

Quietly, the transparent pajamas that were as thin as a cicada's wing was left on the floor …

The scent of bathing water mingled with his scent, and her scent filled the air. Love you, that was his most genuine choice at this moment.

He couldn't wait. Only after so long did he realize that he was the most impatient moment.

Her long eyelashes glittered as she opened her eyes and looked at him. The memory of that painful experience once again flashed through her mind.

He and that person seemed to be overlapping, somewhat alike, seeming to be enduring it, yet at the same time, they seemed to be unable to hold it in, and in the end …

He stopped thinking about it and only looked at the person in front of him, causing his heart to be filled with only that person.

No longer afraid, let the heart with the wind and soft and floating.

He sniffed her breath, and in that wild kiss, he slowly wanted to burst out with everything he had …

He couldn't stop it anymore. It was his own fault for not being able to stop it …

He tightened his grip on her arm, and the instant his knuckles were lightly pressed against hers, she began to hum softly. In fact, everything was beautiful.

In fact, everything in his memory was a void of the past.

Never again.

The blue sky was in front of him, and he was giving her the feeling of a spring breeze.

Everyone said that love was a song, so on this night, her heart would forever sink into oblivion for him.

In fact, love is not the possession of each other, love is a willing and sincere sacrifice.

Breathing hard, when she turned into a puddle of water in his arms, he became a merry fish swimming in the water, enjoying the holy feast of perfect love as he floated in the air.

In fact, everything is beautiful, everything is the experience of love.

It had always been her fault, and it was her fear that had delayed her marriage to him by two months.

It was over. She shyly pulled on the bed sheet to hide herself, but his gaze was still the same, making her unable to hide.

Lying on her back beside him, listening to his eager breathing, she smiled and finally became a woman again.

He turned around and whispered into her ear, breathing heavily. "Are you tired?"

"Good or bad." He would also ask her about such a matter. He didn't know if he would ask about other women in the same way.

However, from her aunt's mouth, she knew that she was the only one who could stay in this mansion. There was no woman who could stay past midnight.

She didn't know if it was an honor or a secret delight, but she could actually bask him in the sun for a few months. She was really going too far.

Without the expected pain and without the expected fear, she suddenly laughed at her own preparation for so long.

Then he heard her chuckle and looked at her. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. So it turns out that you're also a gentleman." He had kept her clean for two months. If he wasn't a gentleman, then there wouldn't be any gentleman left in this world.

"Wow, you actually dare to laugh at me." He stretched out his hand and felt her itch. He didn't let go of her under his arm, nor his neck, nor any other possible place. This little girl, she really wanted to play with fire. First, she had lured him with that cute little nightgown, and now she was challenging his patience without fear of death, so how could he let her go?