Heavenly Star

(Damn, this chapter is named... so deliberate.)

As soon as the door was opened, the snow had poured up, silent, and a pair of eyes moved like water. She finally understood what marriage was like. Her brother has his own wife, has his own home, at least, he can no longer sleep with them...

“It's getting dark, come on, get some rest.” Ye Wuchen softly said, lifting the snow condensed.

Wash her snow condensed like before, dry her body, then take her back to bed, wrap her in a quilt, let her lean in her arms, watch her bubble, slowly close her eyes. As soon as he went to bed, his eyes beat a little and he stripped naked and shrunk to the other side of his body. Snow and snow drowsiness, soon entered the dreamland, and the strength in the recovery state of the eyes not only became a little amazing, but also the sleep time was obviously much longer, not much, but also fell asleep in the past...

After a long time of quiet, Ye Wuchen's hands gently brushed the cheeks of the two young girls, lifted the quilt and quietly rose.

“Daddy. ”

The fake sleeping foam opened his eyes and shouted softly at him.

Ye Wuchen covered her quilt and said in a low voice with a smile: "Foam, go to sleep early. ”

“Can I sleep with my dad later?” She asked in dismay, worried.

“Sure, but," Ye Wuchen dropped his head and said softly: “Remember to go tomorrow with your sister Soft, and Sister Phoenix will whisper, as long as Xiao Mo is good enough, they will agree... ”

“... hmm!” Xiao Mo thought about it, his eyebrows stretched, nodded vigorously.

The moon is blurred and the earth is brightened.

Soft flowers had been sitting in the new house for a long time, and a red candle had lit up in the room, and the moonlight had fallen from the cracks in the curtains, reflecting on the perfect man on the bed. At this time, the door was finally pushed open, through the candlelight, she saw the walking figure, the flowers that had already sat numb trembled gently, and tightened quietly in joy.

Ye Wuchen's footsteps gently sat next to the flower water, holding one of her hands, the other wrapped her around her shoulder and held her into his arms. The crown with the golden bead curtain was silently removed by him. Suddenly, the soft and shy look of the flowers reflected in the eyes of Ye Wucheng. The crystalline face gave the moonlight a sharper appearance of snow and white. Ye Wucheng's intimate movement made her irrepressible. Both sides of the parchment were covered with a light pink color, more delicate, lightly shivering eyes, eyes like water, and soft and unprovoked. Ye Wuchen gently touched her dark hair and asked softly: "Softly, you have waited a long time. ”

“... not at all..." Hua Shui was softly held by Ye Wuchen in his small hand, feeling a burst of heat coming from his hand, as if entering his heart, instantly blushing, his heart pounding and jumping, drooping his head away from his scorching eyes. The two men stick together, the fragrance from the position flowed into Ye Wuchen's nose, the flowers close to him smelled his strong male smell, a strange feeling gushed out of his heart, a fever on his face and body, his slender legs couldn't hold together, and his body twisted gently. Ye Wuchen felt that she struggled lightly. Instead of releasing it, she grabbed it tighter. She gently squeezed it twice in the palm of her hand, smiled gently at her, stirred her chin, approached her, and kissed her lips slowly.

Flowers closed their eyes shyly and their hearts pounded like deer, jumping straight. A hot kiss on her cherry lips, a strong male scent rated at the nostrils. Flowers and waters softly “chuckle”, face red as garnets, innocent girl's delicate shyness and timidity instantly melted in the gentle kiss of Ye Wuchen. It was not the first time he had tasted her lips, but now it was their cave candle night, and everything intoxicated her like a beautiful dream.

Kissed down, the flowers softly gasped and gently lay in his arms, his eyelashes slightly trembled, his beautiful face was red as a cherry blossom... Ye Wuchen lowered his head and focused on her with deep love. In a kind words he had never had, he said firmly: "Soft, I will never bear you in this life. ”

When he first saw Flower Soft at the Tianlong Royal Academy competition, the first time he saw her, he had a feeling of being conquered by her. From her eyes, above her look, he saw a soft, water-like softness, a softness that he couldn't help but be deeply attracted to, and from that moment on, he decided that he would leave her with him in any case, whoever she was and whoever she belonged to.

On that day, he followed the course of the game and slipped his heart strings with one means after another, from watching him, to curious about him, to deeply engraving his shadow in his heart. But then one day later, he snuck into her room and bullied her heart completely captured... And Flowery's tender heart, once it belongs to a man, will never change for the rest of her life, which belongs to her insanity and tenderness. Therefore, when the news of Ye Wuchen's death came, she made the whole city know that she belonged to the Ye family in this life and would never marry again. If she were forced to do so, she would rather die.

Her tenderness manifested itself in all ways, and in order to be a good wife, she learned to be a good wife with everything she deserved. For example, she waited for Ye Wuchen in the new house for a long time. After quieting down, he came here for a long time. She did not complain at all except for the warmth and joy.

Listening to Ye Wuchen's slight but crisp words, the flowers burned red on her face, her heart began to beat more and more powerful, full of happiness | full of heart. The feeling of being kissed still lingered on his lips, remembering the feeling that he had just kissed himself, the water was soft and weak... I couldn't even lift my head and my face was burning like a fire. “Husband...” Flower and water finally opened up, the voice small: “It is the greatest blessing of my life to marry my husband in this life, there is nothing else to ask for... I will only live for my husband in the future, die for my husband, even though my husband bears me, my heart is only for him...”

Flower water softly raised the courage to speak his inner voice, the heart was like a deer crashing around, suddenly jumping straight, both sides of the pink face were occupied by red fainting at the same time, his head even lower. Listening to her mumbling voice, Ye Wucheng's eyes fluctuated slightly, infinitely cozy and haunted the mind, watching the flowers soft, demented, happy smile, a thousand kinds of pity, general love suddenly poured into the heart, he lifted his hands to touch her face gently, no words, kissed her lips gently again. No matter how gorgeous the language, no matter how beautiful the words may be, they are not as soft as her pure obsession.

Flowers melted softly in Ye Wuchen's embrace, greeted his kiss in a fragrant fright, just smelling the male smell on him, she no longer had half strength, her whole body was softly paralyzed in his arms, caressed by him, kissed by him. Feeling his warm body temperature and breath, gradually she began to forget where she was, her identity, the shyness of the teenage girl, and everything, just remembering that it was her dreamy fire embrace, don't leave anyway. Ye Wuchen kissed her, sucking her tongue and mocking her teeth. Taste the greenest, most innocent, sweet fragrance in her mouth, with unprecedented warmth and emotional moments filled with flowering water and a soft heart... Somehow, her eyes were slightly wet and the tears of happiness slipped quietly, and she held her husband tight, a man who would spend the rest of her life with her... kissing heaven and earth for a long time.

Ye Wuchen's movement gradually slowed, the flower water almost suffocated to breathe softly, silently, the cheeks pears appeared shallow. Ye Wuchen couldn't help but kiss lightly. “Hmm” she shouted, quietly closed her eyes and kissed back, suddenly began to feel Ye Wuchen's palms began to swim slowly on her back, bringing a crisp stimulus. She couldn't help but get drunk and muttered: “Husband...”

Tonight, it was their night of cave candles, the night she gave her everything to him. She held him tight, told him in her own way that everything she had belonged to him. Ye Wuchen seemed to hear her heart, kissing from her lips down, a little kiss of the flower water soft and delicate fragrant neck... Soft hair continues to pass through her nose while kissing her skin and hair. Flower water soft body extremely sensitive, Ye Wuchen has long known, can hardly stand any tease, she suppresses the formation of tenderness sent by Ye Wuchen, for a moment has been the slight infiltration of Khan, mouth softly delicate | sing: “... ah... husband...”

Though only a few slight groans, it was a seller's heart, heard Ye Wucheng's blood rise for it. He was distracted. She sipped gently between her neck and the flowers trembled softly. “Shout” softly. Ye Wuchen stared at her moist eyes and stopped, softly: “Soft... let me see how you are? ”

The flowers twinkled softly in his eyes, his delicate body trembled slightly, and he chewed his soft pink lower lip gently, shrinking his head in his arms. He said softly: "Husband...” Slowly closed his eyes and waited in tension, happiness and shyness for what was to happen next...

Ye Wuchen had pity in his heart. A long time ago, he had resolved to soften the flowers for the perfect first night. At the moment, he gently caressed the flowers and his small, slim neck, stared deeply at her willow brow and cast a soothing smile at her. Slowly unwrap the wide red ribbon tied between her waist, pick it up and put it behind her, and then unwrap her golden phoenix red dress slightly from the front. When her fingers accidentally touched her raised chest, the soft body of flower water couldn't help but tremble. Ye Wuchen's slow movement, cautious wings, Jane but heavily faded off her outer clothes, revealing the same flaming red coat. Slowly, the coat was also unraveled by Ye Wuchen in a very careful motion, fading... Although there was also a cover of desecration, that beautiful geomorphology has been exhibited by the semi-described snow, divine cover, amazing.

The flowers closed their eyes softly and gasped in haste, raising their hands to cover their chests in awe. Willow eyebrows were shameful and more obviously moving. Ye Wuchen appreciated a lot of beauty. At this moment, she still had a trance in her soul. She pressed her hands gently against the arm of the flower water and covered it gently in front of her chest. Her delicate skin was tender as condensed, soft as snow velvet. She could feel the greasy touch on her hands, but it was as if her hands were melting. It was very tempting. She could not let go without a touch. Ye Wuchen rubbed the soft white arm of the flower water gently. Her heart became more intoxicated and began to gently pull her arms apart. A * * warm feeling of comfort came from her hands, relaxing her heart one drop at a time, moaning softly: “husband... husband...”