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The next day it was bright and sunny outside the window. When Song Yiyuan opened her eyes, she saw the man's naked, strong and hard-muscled chest. The heartbeat was strong, causing the skin to vibrate slightly, and there was a compelling masculine aura. Song Yiyuan was startled and leaned back, and Yu Yi's resolute, slightly cold face came into view.
The man's thighs were tightly clamped on her under the quilt, and her head was nestled in Yu Yi's arms. The two were tightly entwined, and Song Yiyuan even felt the heavy lump of the other's penis pressing against her lower abdomen.
When Song Yiyuan woke up on the first night of her wedding, she had only one feeling at the first moment - embarrassment.
Last night in the dark night, there was no light, everything was hazy, only touch, no vision, Song Yiyuan felt at home; but now, everything is clear, Song Yiyuan feels extremely awkward. An indescribable feeling made her panic.
At this moment, Yu Yi opened his eyes without warning.
The four eyes face each other.
A pair of eyes with a heavy gaze, deep black, and indistinguishable emotions; a pair of eyes that are soft and clear, with moving gaze and a hint of confusion.
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Song Yiyuan: "Morning."
Yu Yi: "Morning."
Song Yiyuan blinked, "Want to get up?"
"good."
So Song Yiyuan pretended to be naturally calm, turned over, and got out of the bed naked in front of Yu Yi, with black hair covering her back, round shoulders, and exquisite curves; what was even more unbearable was that she stood up, porcelain ** Her tender feet stepped on the cashmere carpet, and she turned around and asked, "Do you want pajamas?"
Yu Yi lowered his eyelids and said hoarsely: "Yeah."
When Song Yiyuan was taking a shower, the door opened behind her. The tall man didn't move, just looked at her. In the haze of moisture, Song Yiyuan pressed against him, hung her hands around Yu Yi's neck, and asked in a low voice: "Want to wash together?"
He rubbed his big palm back and forth against her back without saying a word.
"Let's take a shower together, don't do it." Song Yiyuan snorted, "it hurts a little."
Yu Yi kissed her, "Okay."
The woman¡¯s words were just as unbelievable as the man¡¯s. In the end, the two of them didn¡¯t even wipe off the water, and kissed them on the bed with water vapor everywhere, and had another long and embarrassing time.
When Song Yiyuan woke up again, it was time for dinner, and there was no one around her. Song Yiyuan took care of herself and saw that the sky outside was gloomy and looked like it was going to rain, so she went to the flower hall to move the succulents and orchids that she had planted not long ago.
Ji Qiuli is growing very well, pink, white, and plump. The flowers are clustered together one by one. The flowers have small petals and are very beautiful to look at. Seeing that she was growing so well, Song Yiyuan felt very accomplished, so she stayed in the flower room with the flowers and plants for a while.
Yu Yi came out of the study and looked out from the corridor on the second floor, which is the flower hall. He didn't notice anyone there at first. When he went downstairs and the food was on the table, but there was no one at the table, he glanced and saw Song Yiyuan sitting on the cobblestone floor in the green-shaded flower hall, looking attentive. The ground is divided into blue stone lotus plants.
When he got closer, he found that she was still reciting poems to these succulents: "There was a young man with long hair. He wanted to leave the grassland. He felt that the grassland was too monotonous, so he walked farther and farther. He walked farther and farther, wearing a White shirt¡¡±
Then he said to himself: "Actually, this poem written by Wang Zengqi is not good at all. It is not as good as the one written by a child he saw on the wall, 'Remember the good old days and follow daddy to have tea.'" Grinding snail shells at the front, and collecting mud at the alley"
"Childish and fun, but also a little sad, as cute as you -" When I raised my eyes, I saw Yu Yi standing at the door of the flower hall with a cold expression. Song Yiyuan seemed to have been exposed to some secret. She was a little annoyed, a little shy and a little awkward. She lowered her head subconsciously and continued to tinker with the blue stone lotus as if she hadn't seen him.
It¡¯s such a big lump that it makes no sound when walking? So annoying.
"time to eat."
"I'm losing weight."
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After a while, Song Yiyuan raised her head and said, "I don't have the habit of eating dinner."
"Eat some."
"What did you do?"
¡°Potato stewed rice, vegetarian fried beans, red vinegar radish, tomato and bean sprout soup.¡±
"Just soup?" Song Yiyuan looked at him.
"Yeah." Let's go over it first and then talk.
¡°In the end, Song Yiyuan really only drank the soup, not even a piece of tomato or a bean sprout.
After she went upstairs, Aunt Zhao sighed: "No wonder she has a bad stomach."
The two of them had nothing to say when they stayed together, so they went into their respective study rooms. At ten o'clock, Song Yiyuan felt sleepy and took a nap.nbsp;Yu Yi wanted to say that it was bad for the eyes, but after thinking about it, he didn¡¯t say anything and left it to her.
Yu Yi was extremely tired at first, but after returning home, he suddenly felt less tired. When he was lying on the bed with Song Yiyuan, he seemed to have had enough sleep. He was left with an unbearable itchiness and couldn't help but want to kiss her. Touch her, or even if that doesn't help, give her a hug.
But he didn¡¯t dare. Just staring at the back of Song Yiyuan's head.
It¡¯s so round, I want to touch it.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Song Yiyuan fell asleep. She dropped her phone on the carpet, turned over unconsciously, and nestled into the arms of the person next to her. Satisfied, Yu Yi gathered them together, pulled them closer together, and quickly fell asleep.
At two o'clock, Yu Yi woke up. Song Yiyuan was quietly in his arms, sleeping soundly. The tall man kissed her gently and stared at the person intently.
This is a good-looking face. Yu Yi can't find words to describe it. It probably has good-looking eyebrows, good-looking eyes, good-looking nose, good-looking mouth, and good-looking face The skin is delicate, smooth, and very white, like an eighteen-year-old girl.
Also sweet.
The man swallowed his saliva unconsciously. Song Yiyuan's skin is sweet, sweet, smooth and tender, like eating pudding. It is so wonderful that no amount of adjectives can describe it.
Only one copy.
At this time, Song Yiyuan frowned.
Yu Yi made a mistake and looked at her.
Song Yiyuan may have felt someone looking at her in her sleep. When she woke up uneasily and found that the person looking at her was Yu Yi, she felt a little relieved. Song Yiyuan was not completely awake yet, so she habitually "hummed" twice, then rubbed her hands against the quilt habitually, kicked her legs twice, and smiled with satisfaction - so warm and comfortable.
The man's face was expressionless, but his heart was already scratching his heart - he really wanted to kiss her.
Song Yiyuan seemed to be able to read minds. Almost at the last second when Yu Yi couldn't help it, she raised her head slightly and kissed him softly, and asked: "What time is it?"
Yu Yi looked as usual: "Two thirty."
Song Yiyuan sat up and said, "I'm going to watch TV. You can go back to sleep."
Yu Yi followed.
Song Yiyuan: "?"
Yu Yi: "I've had enough sleep."
Song Yiyuan was a little unsure and asked: "Together?"
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