Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

After he came back, he always felt that something had changed, but he didn't know where the change was: anger?Alienation?indifferent?distance?Feelings have changed? ...No, no, none of these.

He thought for a while before he realized: it was because of the lack of coquettishness.

She no longer acts like a baby.

She didn't dare to act like a baby anymore.

She changed back to the Yan Xixi she was at the beginning.

Laughing and cursing, unscrupulous, all kinds of amorous feelings, enchanting and flirtatious... Those extreme presumptuousness that requires extreme pampering...all gone.

She can do everything by herself—study, housework, work, going out...everything can be done by herself.She didn't need any more help from him - not even a cup of tea.

I will.

People with hands and feet can do anything by themselves.

Isn't this what I have always hoped for?

However, he was lost for no reason.As if something essential had been cut.

He held her hand, but she clasped her fingers tightly.

There is still tenderness, even if it is timid.

He put his arms around her shoulders, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Xinxi, shall we go 'reading'?"

Before she could answer, he had already picked her up.

It was their favorite game in the past.

Desk, chair, open book... She sat in his arms... Before, it was always giggles, the most intimate pleasure between lovers... But today, she felt uncomfortable.

How can you sit in the arms of a man like this?

Think about what those men liked most in the past: Let the red show add fragrance... When I read at night, I held a book in my hand and held a beautiful woman in my arms... Reading is fake, so what is real...

I read Su Dongpo's poems in my early years: eighteen brides and eighty men, with pale hair and red makeup.The mandarin ducks are trapped in a double night, and a pear tree crushes the crabapple.

When I was young, I didn't understand what it meant, but later I realized that it was about an 80-year-old man who married a concubine.

Think about it, everyone: a pear tree pressing a crabapple—an old man with white hair pressing a girl with red makeup—

So scary, so wretched.

It turned out that Su Dongpo wrote Huang Wen.

If it were changed to today, that fellow would have been completely screwed over.

Just because he was an ancient man, he survived the catastrophe by luck.

Yan Xixi was indignant, and thought to herself, she must go to the Anti-Pornography and Anti-illegal Office to report Su Dongpo another day, and she must not let such poems poison the purest teenagers in my dynasty.

But Wang Donglin is holding her like that at this very moment——

So intimate.

Suddenly, I feel that kind of intimacy is really scary-the wind sweeps without the bottom line... Even if he is not the gray-haired "Yishu Lihua"-she can't do it-if it is not for the extreme intimacy and extreme love for each other Wyatt, simply can't do it.

She was embarrassed when he held her like that.

Shy and shameless.

Suddenly it becomes impossible to hold on to it, let alone bring about any pleasurable experience.

He could clearly see the panic in her eyes.She immediately got down from his arms, but her expression was slightly disturbed, and she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

He saw her embarrassment completely in his eyes.

He was eager to make amends, with a flattering mood.

When she was finally exhausted and fell asleep in his arms, he bent his big hands and hugged her gently.It was only at this time that he looked at her carefully, fell asleep, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was not at all relaxed, as if he was also nervous in a dream.It is conceivable what kind of fear she has experienced in the past two months.