Quit pampering

Fu Yanlou felt a dull pain in her chest, and his hand almost broke her waist. Before Wen Ying could call her, he pinched her chin and blocked all her breathing.

His kiss was passionate and gentle, and that kind of warmth was so addictive.

The waves grew bigger and crashed over the beach and rocks with fierce force.

Wen Ying's chest felt hot, but she felt cold at the same time. When he was about to kiss him again, Wen Ying pushed his chest and said in a terrible voice, "Honey, I'm so cold, let's go quickly."

"..." Fu Yanlou chuckled, pecked the corner of her mouth reluctantly, and tightened his fingers on her shawl, "Then go home."

"Yeah." Wen Ying sniffed and walked quickly towards the car, almost jogging.

Fu Yanlou walked behind her, holding her stiletto heels in his hand.

"Yingying."

"Hey." Wen Ying responded, but did not look back and walked all the way to the car.

There was sand on her feet, which made Wen Ying uncomfortable. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs still dangling outside, and watched him approach quietly.

Fu Yanlou put her high heels on the car, then took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and squatted down in front of Wen Ying. Wen Ying couldn't help but shrink his feet.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Yanlou held her feet and carefully wiped the sand off her feet with a silk handkerchief.

Wen Ying was stunned and just stared at him blankly. After reacting, she tried to retract her foot, but he held her ankle tightly, unable to move.

"husband……"

"Don't move."

Wen Ying said with a complicated mood, "I'll just go back and wash up later."

Fu Yanlou smiled softly, "Yingying loves to be clean. How can I bear it?"

"Am I so squeamish?"

Fu Yanlou laughed, "When did Yingying stop being squeamish?"

Wen Ying pursed her lips and had nothing to say. She was so coquettish, and he indulged her coquettishness.

Wen Ying put a leg on his knee, looked at his focused look, reached out and rubbed his black and soft hair, and then laughed to himself.

He didn't even raise his head, "Is it fun?"

Wen Ying said, "It's fun."

Seeing his hair spread out between her white fingers, she laughed even louder.

"Okay." Fu Yanlou put Wen Ying's feet back into the car, and the bodyguard poured water. He simply washed his hands and took the handkerchief handed by the bodyguard to wipe his hands.

Wen Ying looked at him through the car window, then looked down at her own feet.

Smile deeply.

Fu Yanlou got into the car and drove home, followed by the bodyguard's car.

With high heels in hand, Wen Ying was carried into the living room by Fu Yanlou.

The servant took a pair of hair and dragged it over and placed it at Wen Ying's feet.

Fu Yanlou slowly rolled up his sleeves to the middle of his forearm, revealing the black Buddhist beads and coiling them around his hand, bringing a cool sense of abstinence.

Wen Ying watched his movements, "Won't you carry me back to the room?"

Fu Yanlou bent down in front of her and said with a teasing voice, "Go up and take a shower. I'll cook some noodles for you. You can eat them right after you take a shower."

Ah, it turns out he heard her just now when she called out that she was hungry.

Wen Ying stroked his collar with her fingers, leaned close to his ear, and smiled so tenderly, "I'll wash it with you."

Fu Yanlou's eyes deepened and he rubbed his fingers over Wen Ying's firm and plump apples. The natural blush was so charming and alluring. He knew he couldn't resist her smell, "Then sit here and wait for me. "

Wen Ying nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah."

Fu Yanlou walked to the kitchen, Wen Ying looked at his tall back, his eyes flickered, as if he was back in the winter in Berlin, and he was the same way.

How could one not love him?

The more I watch, the more I fall in love with it, the longer I fall in love with it, the more I love it, the more I fall in love with it.

Wen Ying's eyes are obsessed with him. There is a kind of person who just can't get tired of looking at him.

That gentleness and elegance, that outstanding grace, are the most unique.

Wen Ying stared at him foolishly for a long time, until Fu Yanlou brought out a bowl of noodles and said, "Come here." Wen Ying threw herself into his arms, and the momentum caused him to stagger back, and he was hugged around the waist. , and then was pressed on the dining table.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yanlou swept his fingers across her ears, tugged her hair and pushed it behind her ears. He didn't take his hand back and landed on the back of her neck.

Fingers caressing it gently.

There was an unknown color in his eyes.

Wen Ying pouted, unhappy. What's causing trouble? Is she that kind of person?

Wen Ying grabbed his lapel and took the initiative to put her lips on his. When she spoke, her lips were still on his lips. Her breath was sweet and soft, "Thank you for making me a midnight snack. Your cooking skills are so good. I will do it myself." I know I can’t compare, so I’m thanking you for your hard work. I’ll comfort you with a kiss, okay?”

She's so good at saying sweet things and being so coquettish and flattering, what man can stand her?

At this moment, one person was standing and the other was sitting at the dining table, looking at each other, the ambiguity was spreading, her eyes were bright and radiant, she thought, she had obtained the most unique love in the world.

It comes from this unique man in front of me.

Wen Ying bit his lower lip and gently pulled it out.

This is causing trouble.

Seeing his lips turn bright red, she smiled charmingly and ostentatiously, happy to see the masterpiece she had created, and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

The initiative was clearly provocative, and she was kissed firmly again.

Until his stomach growled and he made a sound of protest.

so awkward…

Wen Ying covered her face with her hands, wondering why she was flirting with him when she was hungry.

Fu Yanlou took her down and put her on a chair. He took off Wen Ying's hand covering her face and looked into her eyes. "Why are you so shy? Eat the noodles."

Wen Ying saw there was only a bowl of noodles on the table, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Not hungry."

"Oh."

Wen Ying finished a bowl of noodles and went to the gym for a slow walk to eat. When it was almost time, she went to the study to take Fu Yanlou back to his room.

Mandarin duck bath.

Later the scene changed several times.

Later, Wen Ying only remembered that the moon was hanging on the top, clouds were all over the moon, and the sky was dim.

Waves of love.

Turning clouds and rain.

When his chest bumped into her, Wen Ying almost fell down and was hugged by his arms again.

Swap up and down.

A new round of erotic subversion.

She was like a butterfly bound by a net, unable to escape.

This morning, Fu Yanlou woke up refreshed.

Yingying was sleeping soundly in her arms, her pink fist pressed against his chest, her curly hair spread all over the pillow, her bare face soft and charming, full of life, and the charming look underneath her rosy face was alluring.

Fu Yanlou lowered his head, rubbed her lips, kissed her gently, and gradually deepened her lips.

Wen Ying was woken up by the kiss, her eyes were still confused, like a deer lost in the deep forest.

Blinking, looking at the man close at hand, she took the initiative to wrap her hands around his neck.

The voice was charming and soft, "Fu Yanlou."

She always liked to call him by his first and last name, as if declaring all her sovereignty, a voice that was clearly devoid of lust, but could make people's bones soften.

"Yingying." His voice was hoarse.

"You woke me up." Wen Ying complained softly.

"Time to wake up."

Wen Ying ducked and said, "Hmm."

Fu Yanlou kissed her again.