One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

Jian Changqing seemed to have returned to that night again. She was like a small boat, ups and downs in the endless sea where the storm was coming. It can rise and fall with the waves, the wind and waves roll it up, rush to the sky for a while, and sink into the bottom of the abyss for a while, everything about it is controlled by the waves.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped, Jian Changqing was panting heavily, her whole body was about to fall apart, she managed to survive the storm, the waves were churning, and the wind and rain passed, she almost thought she was drowning in it.

It was so exhausting, Jian Changqing was drowsy with her eyes closed, all her strength was exhausted, and she no longer had the energy to care about the fact that there was a man lying beside her, with two strong hands, she could never refuse His gesture trapped her in his arms.

In a daze, she seemed to hear someone whispering in her ear, "You really don't remember what happened that night?"

She didn't even know whether this sentence happened for real or her imagination. In the blink of an eye, she fell into a dream, ignorant of everything outside.

Fu Nianchen's hand imprisoned around her waist moved up little by little, and the skin exposed outside the quilt became more and more dense with his movements, and finally his hand was placed on her slender and fair neck. Just a flower branch, beautiful but fragile, as long as you use a little force, it will disappear in fragrance.

Fu Nianchen's dark eyes were tightly locked on Jian Changqing's face, his eyes were deep and complicated, he replaced his hands with teeth, and bit her neck, in exchange for Jian Changqing's unconscious moan in sleep, "Please Don't..." Hearing her begging for mercy, he let her go with satisfaction.

After a night, the sun rose, and the sun slanted in from the window, bright and dazzling sunlight shone on the two people hugging each other on the bed.

Jian Changqing opened his eyes and saw Fu Nianchen's face. He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. He lost the coldness and arrogance of the past, and returned to his true nature, like a little prince, which further highlighted his outstanding appearance. The lines of the face carved by the axe, the eyebrows flying into the temples, the high nose, the thin red lips, regardless of other external factors, this face alone is enough to make many men and women crazy about it.

There is such a big gap between this person falling asleep and waking up.

Unexpectedly, Jian Changqing met a pair of cold and sharp eyes, and his eyes met, Jian Changqing's heart was suffocated.

"Have you seen enough?" After waking up in the morning, Fu Nianchen's voice was deep and magnetic, and he looked at Jian Changqing playfully.

Jian Changqing was a little embarrassed. It was just that she was imprisoned by Fu Nianchen. Apart from looking at him, she couldn't see anything else. It was just that she was caught peeking at him. She was a little embarrassed, "I want to get up."

"Get up." Fu Nianchen said.

Jian Changqing's face turned red, "Can you let me go first?"

The skin of the two is touching, and the hands and feet are entangled together, which is the most lingering posture between a man and a woman.

Hearing Jian Changqing's words, Fu Nianchen laughed lowly twice, but put away the hand that was holding her waist, "I'm getting up too, bring my clothes here."

Jian Changqing was a little confused and asked, "Where are your clothes?"

Fu Nianchen pointed in the direction of the cloakroom.

"But I don't know what you're going to wear." Jian Changqing hesitated.

"You are my wife, and I will leave these things to you in the future."