A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated noble marriage [Anna] latest chapter!    Anna woke up for a moment feeling very worried, she saw the bed next to empty, as if no one had slept.

She got up, and was about to call out to Annuschka to ask Karenin, but the bedroom door had already been pushed open.

The early morning sunlight poured in, and the fine golden dust fluttered in mid-air.

Her husband, the man she was worried about, was standing by the door, well-dressed. When he saw her wake up, he walked slowly towards her.

Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

"When did you get back last night?"

Thoughts were slowly coming back to her now, and she saw that she was staying in bed just fine, and that Karenin was not wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

"Did you carry me back? Alexei." Anna asked again.

Karenin went over to his wife, who was not sitting on the edge of the bed. Now that he was up, Karenin's reason was reminding him heavily not to crave the warmth of the bed.

But he pulled a chair over, instead of speaking to his wife, whom he loved, with a condescending look.

"Anna, it's best to ask questions slowly, one by one, as long as they're not negotiated confrontations. And I will answer you one by one." He said.

Anna smiled and tilted her head slightly, her curly hair a little naturally tousled because she had just woken up. She raised her hands, the silk pajama sleeves slid down against her pale, soft skin, reaching her elbows, while the person in question, suddenly unaware of this languid beauty, simply gathered the hair that had stroked the corners of her mouth by her cheeks.

"Yes, I'm listening."

This seeming temptation made Karenin's eyes also unconsciously focus on a certain place for a moment, but he quickly took back the control of his mind.

"I came back last night about twelve o'clock. Yes." Karenin answered his wife's question in full, and then he said, "And you, Anna, I told Vorobiev to tell you not to wait for me. There is never any shortage of these things in the future."

"It doesn't do you any good to insist on waiting for me." He reasoned earnestly that his wife should not do such things next time, which did not do much good, although, as far as he was concerned, having someone waiting did make his weary heart feel at peace. But on the whole, the substantial danger to his wife's health always outweighs the little bit of spiritual comfort that is available.

The high official's wife, however, apparently didn't think so, or maybe her jumpy mind always tended to go elsewhere.

"Pajamas?" She bit her lip, and her eyes swept over her husband with some timidity and a million certainty.

Even if Karenin could use his strong reason to control his expression and movements, his body was always more honest, so even he couldn't stop a little blush from appearing on his face.

But Karenin really did not allow himself to escape his shyness by default, and he elaborated, word by word, as calmly as possible: "Anna, I am your husband. Women's dresses, although I do not know them very well, know that they have too many restrictions on the body, and although you wear them on weekdays, with some improvements, on the whole, from the point of view of comfort considerations, pajamas would be more suitable for bedtime."

After he finished, he saw that her wife still looked at him, and lowered her head again, pulling the silk quilt with both hands, her expression invisible. Now he was a little uncertain.

The man couldn't help but get up from his chair and sit at the edge of the bed, his right hand raised to touch his wife to make sure she was feeling okay.

But just as the tip of his finger rested on his wife's shoulder, he felt a subtle tremor.

A muffled laugh sounded like it was being transmitted to him through his fingers.

He withdrew his hand and turned into something a little expressionless. For he realized he was being played and Karenin, to be honest, minded this somewhat.

How clumsy it seemed to him. But the next moment, he forgave his wife anew.

Like a puppy dog, his wife crawled out from inside the covers and quickly pounced on him, hugging the side of his neck, her curly ebony hair gently tugging at his skin there, with a slight tickle, but more of a familiar scent and the ever-warm skin.

"God, you're so cute, Alexei!" Anna gasped, still with a smile.

Karenin's body relaxed anew after an instinctive stiffening.

His hands lifted and his broad arms gently embraced his wife.

Now he was neat and clean, washed away by an early morning bath, and instead of going to his study to attend to any official business as usual, he pushed open the door to his bedroom.

It was actually completely pointless. When he woke up he had already looked at his wife's sleeping face for a while, and the person was not much more beautiful than usual when she was asleep, and there was no communication, so he should reasonably feel bored. But he just subconsciously wanted to do so. Like a newly adult dragon, always want to make sure that their treasure is not well inside the nest.

For this reason, those dragons will be annoyed spitting fire, will be tearing food because of the thought of this suddenly flap huge wings back to its dragon cave, or, simply put those treasures, those eggs and so on, in their mouths, to go to where the bullying time with.

Karenin is not a dragon, nor is he a young man who has just come of age.

He does not have wings, so there is no fluttering those little wings back to the cave. He doesn't want to spin around either, that's hard to see. His wife was an independent adult, not some little baby that could just be put in the top pocket of a suit.

He himself should have acted like a sensible adult and returned to his study, fully clothed, after sobering up, to start his new day by reading.

But all reason and explanation meant nothing when his lifted right foot, after a pause, switched direction firmly.

"I'm an adult, Anna, and I'm not cute." He said. On first hearing this judgment of him from his wife, Karenin might have pondered it seriously, but now he understood that these assertions were nothing more than an emotional outburst from his wife.

"You are." His wife muttered. Karenin didn't have to look at her expression to know that arched brow.

His expression softened where she could not see, and his right hand gently stroked his wife's back, without any lust. Just, stroking, conveying some feelings, feelings that, as a rule, he didn't like to say out of his mouth.

"You were drinking last night, weren't you?" Anna asked, still not letting go of her hand. She felt like a flour pocket that was hanging firmly around Karenin's neck. The movement was honestly a little uncomfortable, but she just wasn't happy to let go.

"Hmm." Karenin responded, then said, "You know, sometimes it's something that can't be avoided."

"Ah, of course I understand. You always have a sense of how much to drink." Anna said with certainty, not bothering to chant at all.

"I smell a little alcohol on the pillow." She finished, then wrinkled her nose and sniffed carefully at the skin on the side of her husband's neck.

"You bathed?"

She finally decided to let go of her husband, but was still not happy to be too far away from him.

Anna lifted her right hand and touched Karenin's cheek.

She saw a little bruise under his eyes, and felt a little swelling on his face. Some heartache: "You must have been very tired last night, you didn't even have time to change your clothes before you went to bed?"

"I slept for an hour, then I changed into my pajamas." Karenin replied, pulling down his wife's hand, not wanting her to worry.

"I'm fine."

"I asked Annuschka to come and change the bed over when you got up. Now, have you decided to get up?"

"You've slept too little." Anna sighed.

Karenin pointed out, "That's the time I usually get up, and besides, a hangover is no excuse for not going to work. Anna."

"Yes, I completely understand that Russia needs you, so I have no intention of tying you to the bed for a little more sleep." She joked.

"I'm going to get up and I'm going to have breakfast with you before you go to work." She lifted the covers and prepared to get up, but was gently stopped by Karenin.

He wasn't up yet, still maintaining his side-sitting position.

"What's wrong?" Anna wondered. Then she felt her hand being grabbed by Karenin.

The man lowered his brow and did not look at her. After a few moments, the husband said slowly, "I am not so important that all Russia needs me, Anna."

"If that's what you're doing ...... for," Anna smiled and tried to say something, but Karenin stopped her.

"No, I just wanted to tell you. I think I need you." With that, the husband of the house raised his head as if he were half sure, and he leaned close to his wife and kissed her before pulling away, leaving only a somewhat dumbfounded wife.

Anna crawled back under the covers and let the silk quilt embrace her.

She lowered her head again, this time her shoulders didn't shake, and when she looked up, there was only a pleasant blush all over her face.

She felt like a treasure captured by a dragon and was a little apprehensive at first, after all, people had told her what terrible creatures dragons were. But then she thought that might not be true. Especially, when you've actually touched a dragon's snout, and have been close to its heart with your cheek, you realize that its skin may be a little harder than anything else, and it's a little warmer, but in some places, you're not much different.

And, to be honest, once you've been embraced by a dragon and surrounded by the heat of its flames, you'll find that nothing else can enter your sight.

It is born strong and has extreme power. People are in awe of it and fear it. Mouths talk about its power, its awesomeness, its destruction of everything, but no one ever really touches it.

If at the beginning Anna had set herself up for marriage to Karenin with a certain foolish recklessness, she knew it in her heart long before she found out.

Even without the previous gaze, as long as she exists in a world with him, then Anna will always choose to be near him. Because falling in love with this man is as natural as breathing.

The author has something to say: Mizukasaurus: In this marriage, what I really like about Anna is that she did not try to force Karenin to change, but the latter gradually changed for her. I believe that the feeling of a good marriage is that in this marriage each other become better and better people :)

Bambi brother's love" small theater

In the summer, Bambi always gets bitten by mosquitoes

Anna: [sighs as she applies salve to her son] You may be too much like me

Little Bambi: [trying to hold back the tears] does not hurt QVQ

Anna: Poor little baby [kisses]

Andrei: [arms clasped in annoyance] You should eat less sweets, they say mosquitoes like sweet, you're turning into a cupcake!

Little Bambi: QAQ [giving up sweets is very painful for him]

Bambi's brother heard everything and later, not liking sweets, he made a rule for himself to eat three pieces of cake every day.

A week later, on the night of Bambi's bed.

Bambi brother: [hands folder pillow] can not sleep, to sleep with you = =

Little Bambi: can be oh [because it has been used to so smile] = V =

The next morning, Bambi's brother stared at his bare arms and the red spots on Bambi's body and frowned.

Bambi's brother: ......

Bambi brother: liar = =

From afar, Andre sneezed.