After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 47 "Don't cry".

Yustya: "Hmm."

She was still thinking about how expressive Meng Weiyuan would be in front of the camera, thanks to the photographer's guidance, when, unexpectedly, in the next moment, You Sijia suddenly felt a large, somewhat hot hand gripping her waist.

Yustia's eyes widened in surprise.

It wasn't like this before!

Previously, Meng Weiyuan's hand was just placed politely on her side, propped up on the bed; there was no such intimate gesture between the two of them.
Meng Weiyuan's hands are indeed very large and powerful.

Jiang Lingyu once jokingly said that You Sijia's figure was definitely the kind that would attract men.

"The King of Chu used to love slender waists. This shows how many men are all the same. All lecherous men have similar tastes. With your figure, who wouldn't be smitten?" These were Jiang Lingyu's exact words.

Meng Weiyuan didn't know how Jiang Lingyu had described his fiancée before, but now he trusted his own feelings more.

The slender waist in his palm was so delicate that it could hardly be grasped in one hand.

It resembles a willow branch, soft and slender.

It's so lovely you can't put it down.

"Bride, don't be too stiff. Relax, look at the groom, and have a natural gaze..."

The photographer captured the moment when Meng Weiyuan reached out and put his arm around his fiancée's waist.

Yuska only snapped back to reality when she heard the photographer's voice.

"What are you doing?" Yusi asked in a low voice when Meng Weiyuan did not explain his actions.

Meng Weiyuan: "Taking wedding photos."

Yustia: "???"

How could she not know?

“It’s normal for newlyweds to hug each other,” Meng Weiyuan added.

Yustia: "???"

If she weren't certain that the person in front of her was Meng Weiyuan, she would almost think that the person next to her was someone else.

Looking at Yusika's wide-eyed expression beneath him, like an innocent little puppy, Meng Weiyuan felt a sudden pang of tenderness. He lowered his head and, without much thought, pressed his lips to Yusika's forehead.

"Close your eyes," Meng Weiyuan said softly.

Yusjia instinctively tried to struggle, and she even couldn't help but bend her knees, but Meng Weiyuan was one step ahead, immobilizing her completely.

His hand movements were clearly domineering, but the kiss that landed between her brows seemed exceptionally gentle.

Yuska was completely stunned.

Meanwhile, the photographer couldn't help but frantically press the shutter button. She didn't say anything to remind him, as the atmosphere at the moment didn't need an outsider like her to break it.

It's unclear whether the kiss on Yusjia's forehead flipped some kind of switch in Meng Weiyuan's body, but his subsequent actions became much more natural and intimate.

He released the hand that was holding Yustia's small hand, raised it, and gently stroked Yustia's earlobe with his fingertips, then moved down to her chin and slender neck...

Throughout the entire process, the only constant was Meng Weiyuan's eyes, which remained fixed on You Sijia, as if he were reluctant to blink.

Yu Sijia went from being shocked and bewildered at first, to later being soothed by Meng Weiyuan's large hand until her eyes became hazy. Her body softened and trembled slightly in Meng Weiyuan's hand.

Yousya herself probably didn't even know when she took the initiative to raise her hand and wrap it around the neck of the man in front of her, forcing him to bow his head to her.

She could already feel the man's breathing in front of her.

They could even hear each other's heartbeats. Their breaths mingled.

When Yu Sijia felt the breathing around her ears becoming more and more rapid, she noticed that the temperature behind her ears was getting higher and higher. She subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but Meng Weiyuan stopped her in the end.

Meng Weiyuan's hand was already on her cheek, and from a distance, it looked like a groom showering his bride with affection. But only Yusijia, whose face was being cupped by Meng Weiyuan, knew that this action was clearly a restraint on her movements, forcing her to keep facing him.

Yu Sijia's hands, which were hooked around Meng Weiyuan's neck, had become somewhat stiff at some point, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the collar of his shirt. Her light pink fingernails turned slightly white from the force of her grip.

Her heart was pounding loudly. Yustia opened her eyes wide. She couldn't tell what she was thinking at that moment. As if she were bewitched by the person who had come so close to her, she seemed to have some unwarranted fantasies and expectations.

Whether it was Yustja's imagination or not, she seemed to hear a soft sigh in her ear.

It was Meng Weiyuan's voice.

The next moment, Yuska felt a shadow suddenly loom over her, and then her eyes were covered by the hand of the man in front of her.

"Close your eyes."

A deep, murmuring male voice replaced the faint, helpless sigh from before, stirring up ripples that grew larger and larger in her already unsettled heart.

In that instant, her lips were captured.

A completely different scent, like a whirlwind, swept across her lips and tongue in an instant, dominating her breath, catching her off guard yet instantly captivating her.

This scent seemed to have a fatal attraction for her.

When Yusijia looked at him, Meng Weiyuan felt truly helpless.

Yustia's eyes were clear and bright, filled with unwavering trust.

Meng Weiyuan's emotions were quite complicated. How could he tell You Sijia what he was thinking at this moment?

They want to possess it.

Only then did he cautiously lower his head and tentatively approach those silently seductive red lips.

He moved very gently, as if handling some precious treasure.

However, the bulging muscles in his back revealed his restraint.

Otherwise, Meng Weiyuan feared he would soon be unable to resist the urge to pry open the lips of the person in front of him, completely conquer them, and plant his own flag.

"Bride, bride, stay in this position, that's right!"

Just as Yusjia was somewhat bewitched by Meng Weiyuan's kiss and couldn't help but move closer to him, the photographer's cheerful voice came from the corner.

Almost instantly, Yustya suddenly opened her eyes.

The large hands that once belonged to Meng Weiyuan, which were on her eyes, had been moved away at some point.

The moment she opened her eyes, she met the gaze of the man in front of her.

The latter's pupils were pitch black, like a blob of ink.

Yu Sijia was a little stunned when suddenly, Meng Weiyuan reached out to her.

Before Yuska could figure out what the man was trying to do, she felt something being wiped away by the man's slightly rough fingertips from the corner of her eye.

"Don't cry," Meng Weiyuan said softly, his voice unusually hoarse.

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