The Seventh Bride of President

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't think much. Qin Wuyan helped him wipe his wet hair with a handkerchief, caught the chess manual Qin Wuyan handed her, opened it slowly and absently, and his mind didn't know where it drifted.

Qin Wuyan was regular at first. Soon, seeing that she didn't even say a word to him, she stared at the chess manual and didn't turn a page for a long time, she began to think about it:

As the saying goes, seeing things makes love. When Zhuang Xiaoyu sees these chess scores, does she think of the person who sent her chess scores?

Or because people are dying and their words are sad, min Rui told her all his thoughts, making her feel guilty?

In the future, every time she sees the chessboard and chess score, will she think of Min Rui?

Qin Wuyan thought more and more, more and more not taste.

She was clearly in front of him, but he seemed to lose her.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu came back, Qin Wuyan's thin lips had moved from the back of her neck to her cheeks, and the warm breath sprayed on her cheeks.

The waist has been tightly hugged by Qin Wuyan.

Zhuang Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to push him. His voice trembled: "ah Yan."

Qin Wuyan turned her over, wiped out the chess score and black and white son on the table, and pressed people on the chessboard carved with a whole piece of white jade.

Chess scores and black and white pieces were scattered on the ground, splashing everywhere.

The man's kiss was like a hot flame, burning Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold skin. Qin Wuyan's thin lips pressed against her lips and blocked what she wanted to say.

Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled hard, but the more she struggled, the stronger Qin Wuyan was.

His clothes were broken and scattered. When black and white son fell to the ground, there was a crackling sound. Qin Wuyan fixed Zhuang Xiaoyu's head with one hand and pinched her waist with the other hand.

Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled for a moment and couldn't resist. He had to compromise like his life. His hands changed from touching his chest to hugging his neck.

The man's manic mood was finally calmed by her, and the violent kiss was much softer.

When the skin was exposed to the air, Zhuang Xiaoyu sobbed, "ah Yan, I'm so cold."

She was naked. Her back was against the chessboard carved of white jade. Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed Qin Wuyan's clothes on his back, stroked the man's face with his other hand, and called his name again and again: "ah Yan, ah Yan!"

Qin Wuyan returned to reason, raised his head, stared at her hazy tears with blood red eyes, raised his hand, picked her up, put her on the bed and bullied her again.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said weakly, "I... the moon is coming."

Qin Wuyan: "

Qin Wuyan stretched out his hand and said, "when did it happen?"

"I came two days ago." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked pitiful.

Qin Wuyan: "

He took a deep breath, buried his head in her neck, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and said in a dumb voice, "Xiaoyu, do you want to kill me?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't understand what he meant: "I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but I didn't know you..."

Qin Wuyan's sharp teeth gently bit on her shoulder, hugged people more tightly, and put his palm on her belly: "when will there be movement here?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Qin Wuyan sighed, wrapped her in bedding, hugged her tightly, and asked with concern, "does your ankle still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much."

"Well, last time I took medicine and hurt you, do you still hurt there?"

"No... it doesn't hurt."

"That's good." Qin Wuyan closed his eyes and lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu like an octopus. "Go to bed early. I have to get up early tomorrow morning to see how the mountain road leading to the outside world is built..."