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His breathing immediately became heavy, and he used his other hand to fumble with his room card to open the door …

Pushing the door open with his back, he was immediately and fiercely slammed into by her again. He pressed her against the back of the door, causing her to immediately let out a soft cry. She wanted to push him away, but he simply pinned both of his wrists to her head …

Huaiyan could only feel a dark blue halo twinkling in front of her, making her feel dizzy. He must have liked her even though he was so passionate. Would he be willing to be close with her at all times?

In this world, what could be more blissful than the kiss of someone he liked?

How long has it been?

When she loved Song Family, she thought that she would never be able to fall in love with anyone ever again. When she was betrayed by him, she thought that she would never be able to forget this kind of injury, but time and her new love were eternal healing panaceas, just like now. In her eyes, everything was Shen Canghao.

Was it because a woman's heart was too fickle, or was it because she was too easily taken in by the gentleness of others?

She did not want herself to understand too clearly that in love, if one made things too clear and opened their eyes too wide, they would be easily bewitched by those flaws and then enlarge them bit by bit until they could no longer be stopped.

It would be better to be like this, half asleep, half awake, enjoying this blissful happiness without being able to see the other side of the river. It didn't matter whether he was happy or worried tomorrow.

In the end, he suddenly turned around to retrieve something …

"I won't forget …"

he whispered.

Didn't he know that this kind of gentleness was a kind of cruel injury? She was a woman, and being reserved was her nature. If she didn't say it, could he not fight for it?

She loved him so much that she was willing to be with him without asking for any consequences, so much that she was willing to part with her divorce, so how could he be so sure that she really didn't want his child?

If this marriage was really firm, she could have a long term relationship with him. She was willing to give birth to many many children for him.

But now, he thought it was because he was considerate, but he didn't know it was because he was hurt. When would the two of them stop being so arrogant and stubborn?

His mind was in a mess, but he was able to see through her absent-mindedness. He stopped his actions and gently kissed her, making her feel comfortable and uncomfortable. "You're daydreaming?"

He could not help but be vexed over his failure. While he was putting in all his effort, someone was absent-minded!

"No, no …"

Embarrassed, she lifted her arms and hugged him. This was his scent, his warmth. She silently engraved this feeling into her heart. She didn't know why, but when she was by his side, she was always worried about him.

"It looks like... I'm still not good enough. "

He laughed softly as he embraced her and placed her on the bed. His fingers caressed her eyes as he spoke in a low voice. "Here, you can only look at me …"

He touched her lips with his fingers and said, "You can only kiss me here. Call me by my name."

"You can only think of me here …"

His palm was pressed against her heart, and his tone was overbearing and forceful. It made her sad, yet happy.

"Good, good, good." She had promised, she had done so long before he had said it.

"Yan Yan …" If I leave, will you miss me? " There was even a hint of laziness in his tone.

"I will, I'll miss you every day, every day I'll count the days until you come back …"

She closed her eyes. Her heart was filled with happiness and sweetness. Heaven had treated her with such love, causing her to feel both fear and unease.

"What gift do you want for your birthday?"

"I want you. I want a big you in front of me." She looked at him, responded, and prayed softly in her heart.

"I will return. Don't worry …"

He leaned down, and the air started to boil. It was very hot, and the night had only just begun …

On the third day he took her to bowling, and they were the only two in the huge gym, and he taught her how to hold the ball, how to hold it, how to do it, how to do everything he knew, and when his sweatshirt got wet, they began to forget their purpose, to hug each other tightly …

On the fourth day, in his hot spring villa, there was another night of beautiful scenery, intertwining nonstop. The initial restraint and discomfort slowly began to infect him with everything he had with his vigor, never tiring, every day she began to look forward to the night, every night she begged the dawn not to come …

On the fifth day he booked the entire second-floor box of the most luxurious cinema, just to be with her and watch a romantic movie.

In the past, he thought such a "disgusting" thing was not something a mature man like him could do. But this was the first time he made an exception, and this time, it was another time a few years later.

The days on the clouds with Sulay, she said, were the movies she had seen no less than ten times, but in less than ten minutes he was bored to the point of falling asleep.

Joyous Yan was watching the entire city's love affair, but in front of this cliché and spicy romantic comedy, he didn't want to stop yet.

If Sulay represented the elegant and restrained and boring life far away in the clouds, was Xu Huan Yan the indispensable daily oil and salt and vinegar and the lamp of her late return?