I don't believe I'm wearing a book

Chapter 259

She reached out and hugged Rong Qing silently.

"I'm sorry, haven't I come back?" After a while, she answered with a smile.

Although he was smiling, his face was already full of tears.Obviously very happy and happy in my heart, but I still can't help but want to cry.

I don't know since when, she has changed from a woman to a squeamish who loves to cry.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yue buried her head on Rong Qing's shoulders to wipe away all the tears, her little head arched against Rong Qing's shoulders.

Rong Qing looked puzzled: "Yue'er?" At the same time, she reached out to pull Qiao Yue away to have a look.

Qiao Yue hugged him even tighter, while shaking her head: "No, let me hug him for a while. I'm fine, I'm just too happy."

So happy that it seems that there is no other way to express this joy except crying.

Rong Qing understood her mood the moment she opened her mouth, and he didn't ask any more, but hugged Qiao Yue even tighter.

For a long time, until Qiao Yue had cried enough.

He just gave a low laugh, and whispered softly in Qiao Yue's ear: "Yue'er, have I ever told you that I love you.~"

Qiao Yue was stunned for a moment, tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes and would not fall.

"Heh~" She couldn't help laughing and rolled her eyes, and the tears finally fell, sliding down her cheeks, all the way to her chin, and finally sinking into her neck.

"I love you too, Rong Qing, thank God for allowing me to meet you." Qiao Yue answered with tears and laughter.

The next moment, Rong Qing forcefully but gently pulled her body away, and then gently touched half of her cheek with one hand, and slowly wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes were distressed, helpless, and somewhat Funny: "Silly Yue'er, this is our bridal chamber wedding night, why are you crying?"

Sensitively hearing the words "bridal chamber flowers and candles", Qiao Yue couldn't help but blush, a little hot and a little embarrassed.

The way the other party looked at her made her heart more and more hot, and finally she couldn't help turning her eyes away, and changed the subject uncomfortably: "How did you bring me back to life?"

After the words fell, Rong Qing's reply did not sound in his ears.

Instead, her body was suddenly overwhelmed by a force. She and Rong Qing both fell down on the bed.

He goes up, she goes down, the most common posture between men and women.

It is also the most ambiguous and provocative pose
"Rong Rongqing, you. Me." Qiao Yue stammered for a while, but didn't finish a complete sentence.
The beating rhythm of the heart was so fast that it almost jumped out of the chest cavity, and the head was dizzy, and there was a sudden feeling of not knowing what day and night it was.

Unconsciously, the palms of the hands that were holding on to the other party's skirt were full of sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, but she didn't have time to notice, her eyes were still fixed on Rong Qing, and she wanted to move away, but the shining affectionate eyes in the other party's eyes However, she couldn't take her eyes away from her affection.

Like a deep vortex, she was attracted.

The strength of her whole body softened, so soft that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, her throat was tight, and her mouth was even more dry-astringent. She unconsciously stretched-tongue-licked-licked-lips.

This action is a bit like a deliberate seduction.

Rong Qing's eyes deepened, her lips gradually moved closer and closer to her, closer and closer
That exquisite and impeccable face gradually magnified in front of her eyes, infinitely magnified.

Skin that can be broken by blows, as white as snow, a pair of blue eyes that are clear and pure, and seem to be a little inadvertently charming-seductive-seductive, like poetry and painting, she is simply the darling of heaven.

(End of this chapter)