marital love

Yan Sui walked towards her.

The hand with the ring was slightly resting on his waist, and as he walked and shone under the bright light, some dazzling light was reflected at a certain moment.

Wen Yao seemed to have been immobilized by someone, she stood there motionless, watching Yan Sui get closer and closer to her.

He has a healthy wheat complexion, a well-cut and well-defined upper body, mixed with the colder decoration in the room, Wen Yao's brain froze for a moment.

……

She had to admit that Yan Sui's figure was really good, with a muscular physique, he was a typical person who dressed well and undressed even better.

The chest, shoulders, and shoulders, which are usually wrapped meticulously in suits, can now be seen at a glance, broad and stalwart, the man's Adam's apple is sexy, along the protruding collarbone, the waist and abdomen are sexy and have a vigorous and powerful visual sense.

Wen Yao's eyes moved down unconsciously, and timidly avoided his key parts. The slender legs wrapped in bath towels were full of masculine charm.

She swallowed her throat in embarrassment.

Inexplicably a little thirsty.

Then he looked away in panic, trying to calm himself down.

She has always felt that not only men are visual animals, but women are also. Men are good at choosing beautiful women with good figures and delicate faces, and women also have an attitude of appreciation for men with superior figures and good looks. After all, they love beauty. Everyone has the heart, and there is nothing wrong with it.

He is closer.

His breath lingered over.

Wen Yao subconsciously turned her head, thinking that he was going to settle accounts with her and do something.

Unexpectedly, Yan Sui passed her by directly.

It was a bit of a surprise, but she also breathed a sigh of relief.

The man went to the bedside table, opened it and rummaged through it.

Wen Yao heard the movement and turned around, looking at him, "What are you looking for?"

Yan Sui searched and didn't see what he wanted, so he frowned, "Where's the box inside?"

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment, walked over, and thought about it carefully for a few seconds, "Is it a silver velvet box? It's about this big?"

She stretched out her hand and gestured, a boxy one, the size of a palm.

Yan Suigui nodded, "En."

Wen Yao had an impression, "I put it in the cloakroom, I thought it was your watch."

And she also has a lot of things. For convenience, when she moved in, she packed them up to make them more convenient.

Yan Sui glanced at her with lowered eyes, his expression seemed to be a little displeased, and there was also some element of resentment.

...?
Wen Yao caught it suspiciously, his expression had returned to the original, cold and indifferent, without saying anything, he turned and went directly into the cloakroom.

Wen Yao thought, is he angry because she moved his things without authorization?

It's a bit funny, he agreed to move into the master bedroom, and he also said that this is her home, since it's her home, so it's okay to move around casually, as for looking at her with that look.

After a while, Yan Sui's questioning voice came from inside: "Where did you put your things?"

Wen Yao walked slowly to the door of the cloakroom, "It's where you usually put your watch."

A proud person like Yan Sui seldom wrongs himself, so naturally he is exquisite and rigorous in every aspect.

His watches are specially made into a cabinet, separated by three layers, and each piece is expensive.

"I didn't see it, come and look for it."

Wen Yao felt that he was looking for trouble for nothing, and she made it so obvious, how could she not see it.

In the end, he walked forward patiently.

She glanced at the man standing in front of the watch cabinet, "Rang Rang."

Yan Sui took a step back.

Wen Yao stood over.

Even if she wore high heels, she was almost a head shorter than Yan Sui, touching his chin.

Now she was wearing a pair of plain sandals, the light purple ones that Yan Sui bought for her before - she didn't expect that Yan Sui still kept them later.

Right on Yan Sui's chest, there was a faint fragrance from the woman's body, passing through Yan Sui's breath, and lingering again.

Wen Yao saw it at a glance, and once again felt that Yan Sui was purely looking at her for fun.

She picked up the velvet box and turned around: "This is it, it's so obvious that you—"

She stopped suddenly.

Then the body tensed up.

Yan Sui leaned over her: "What am I?"

Wen Yao blinked, and squeezed the small square box tightly with her fingertips.

He caught her eyes and said slowly, "Why don't you continue talking, huh?"

"...Far away, farther away, you are too close."

Wen Yao hesitated, his tongue was a little knotted.

Above her head was a row of lockers, and Yan Sui raised his hand to support it with a "dong".

Wen Yao couldn't help shrinking her neck down, trying to hold her breath.

It's really too close.

It felt like the air became thinner, and the only oxygen was still mixed with his breath.

"Is it near?"

Yan Sui lowered his eyelids condescendingly.

"…Um."

The oppression is strong.

Wen Yao seemed to have a strong desire to survive, so she turned the velvet box around, poked it through the gap between the two, and held it between her and his chest, "I found it, this is it."

Yan Sui glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention.

Obviously, I was in a hurry to find it before.

"Have you opened it?"

"No." Wen Yao shook his head like a rattle.

Pushing the box towards him, against his chest, pushing him away from her.

Yan Sui didn't continue to make things difficult for her, but said casually, "Don't want to see what's inside?"

His voice was low, with a hint of meaning.

Wen Yao had no curiosity, so she swallowed the rejection for no reason, "Then let me have a look?"

Yan Sui: "Whatever you want, anyway, you won't be charged for watching."

"..."

To be honest, when Wen Yao was packing up, she almost opened it.

Fortunately, he overcame his curiosity and didn't go to spy on his things without authorization.

Now I got permission, as if I took advantage of him...

but--

Like a loach, Wen Yao bent down and slid out of his range. She pointed to the clothes hanging beside her, "Do you want to put the clothes on first?"

Yan Sui didn't mind showing his good figure in front of her at all, and he didn't have any sense of shame.

"I feel hot."

is it hot?

Wen Yao glanced at him, then looked up at the central air conditioner.

"..."

It's obviously cool.

He was already like this, and it was impossible for Wen Yao to say something like let him take off again.

And he only has a bath towel on his body... I'm not sure if he's wearing it or not.

Thinking of some unsuitable scenes, she glanced at his abs again, but not at anything else, but at the tattoo on his body.

Wen Yao had discovered it before, but she didn't have anything to say.

It happened that Yan Sui caught her little trick.

The corners of the man's lips were slightly raised, and his voice was loose and deep: "You can watch it if you want, and you don't want to spend money."

Being caught made Wen Yao's face a little hot, she cleared her throat uncomfortably, and really looked at it a few more times, and said vaguely: "You... you're pretty good-looking."

She has seen men with tattoos, especially in foreign universities, some couples are especially fond of them, whether for the sake of being different, or simply pursuing love, Wen Yao has seen many, all kinds, all kinds kind of parts.

But Yan Sui was the only place that made her feel very sexy and unforgettable at a glance.

The light in the cloakroom was cold and white, reflecting on his body, it seemed that his skin had turned white by several degrees, and the tattoos with snakes and flower branches were more obvious, as if deeply pierced into the bones.

What is rare is that it is a pink and blue snake. Most of the snakes with flower branches are pink, and the sides near the snake's head are dyed blue. A purple flower is tightly coiled.

Dangerous, cold.

Wen Yao felt that the flower looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw it for a while.

"Praise me or my tattoo?"

Wen Yao: "...a tattoo."

"Do you like it?"

Wen Yao nodded without denying it.

It's really nice, she appreciates it.

"You can get one too."

"That's not necessary."

Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was pleasant to hear: "Since I like it, I don't want to get tattooed. I just talk and don't practice fake moves."

She smiled gently, "I'm afraid of pain."

Wen Yao felt that there was something wrong with what he said, and she didn't want to continue discussing this topic with him, because she knew that sooner or later there would be differences.

For example, why did Yan Sui get such a tattoo on such a private part.

Both snakes and flowers are tightly entangled together, which certainly does not represent one, but what does it refer to specifically.

Wen Yao didn't want to know for now.

It's not without reason that curiosity killed the cat.

Women will always hurt themselves because of their own curiosity, and Yan Sui, you will never get to the bottom of this man, if you want to protect yourself, it is best to stop in moderation.

And Wen Yao thinks that she and Yan Sui haven't reached the level where they can tell their hearts to each other.

Wen Yao was still holding the velvet box in her hand. After being interrupted by the tattoo, she was delayed for a while, but she still remembered, and at this moment, weighing the weight in her hand, thinking about the foreword and the afterword, she vaguely guessed what was inside thing.

I just didn't expect that Yan Sui's acting was quite complete—it shouldn't be said that, after all, he required that this marriage must be genuine.

Wen Yao opened the box and saw a lady's ring without any surprise.

Her eyes fell on it, the style was somewhat similar to the one Yan Sui was wearing now, not the kind of exaggerated diamond ring, huge pigeon eggs.

It's just an ordinary one, Wen Yao can't guess the price, but Yan Sui's hand should be worth a lot.

Wen Yao took out the ring and put it on her ring finger without hesitation in front of Yan Sui.

— just right.

A look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Satisfied?"

Wen Yao cherished words like gold: "It's okay."

She was smart enough not to ask Yan Sui when he prepared it, and how he knew the size of her fingers. There are some things that don't need to be explained too clearly.

As far as the relationship between them is concerned, it is a burden.

It's like she didn't ask him about the tattoos on his body just now.

Then Wen Yao was about to leave.

Yan Sui was tall and long-legged, and quickly stopped her in front of her. He suppressed his voice, "I like tattoos, but it's fine if you don't get a couple's tattoo. Why, now you are satisfied with the ring, and you don't have anything to say?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and approached her, "You don't always have a long memory, do you understand how to reciprocate courtesy? Or is it that Mrs. Yan is used to throwing away after using it? When it comes to me, I will think about it a few times before giving you an answer."

Yan Sui picked up the still moist hair on her shoulders, wrapped it around her fingertips, and played with it leisurely.

Wen Yao was suffocated by what he said, and held back, "Thank you."

Yan Sui put on a dissatisfied face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "This is the end? There is no sincerity at all, which makes me wonder if you treat work in the same way. I will send you tomorrow." People come to check whether you are fishing in troubled waters."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly.

Wen Yao looked at him against the light above his head.

After thinking about it, I finally stood on tiptoe and pecked at the side of his face, "I'm very serious at work, don't deliberately find fault."

She still remembers the fact that she was eliminated in front of his face during the previous interview.

After all, he has that ability. Although he can't say that he can cover the sky with one hand, it's no problem to take care of her as a small employee.

Yan Sui frowned, and his voice was cold: "Are you serious? It's obvious that you're trying to play me off."

Wen Yao pursed her lips and stared at him for a few seconds.

Then, as if going all out, he stood on tiptoe again.

The moment she leaned forward, the man turned his head and immediately turned his back on her, grabbing the back of her head. Different from her petty fights, Yan Sui's movements were a bit violent.

Blocking all her breathing, before she had time to react, he knocked open her teeth familiarly.

Yan Sui didn't close his eyes, his eyebrows fell deeply on Wen Yao's face, watching her choose to be docile after a short struggle, this kind of process makes the man feel happy.

The entanglement became tighter and tighter, Wen Yao's eyelids fluttered inadvertently, and the moment she lifted them up, she didn't miss the ups and downs of desire in his eyes.

straightforward.

innocent.

A man's desire for a woman.

Like an alarm bell, it exploded in Wen Yao's mind instantly.

She was so frightened that she wanted to run away, just as she put her hand on his chest, she was followed by Yan to cruise downstream.

From his back to his waist, and finally stopped in one place.

Wen Yao can probably feel where it is.

The skin with the tattoos was horribly hot.

The man also quickly found out, let go of her lips, and gave her room to breathe when she was not breathing well.

His face brushed against hers, leaning against her ear: "Your hands are sweating."

Wen Yao curled up her fingers.

Khan Yifo is in his waist and abdomen.

"hot?"

He clasped the back of her head and touched her earlobe, and rubbed it affectionately, it was also very hot here, and scarletness could be seen.

The neck was covered with her hair, Yan Sui pulled it away and stared at it, the fair and fragile neck was in his hands.

Wen Yao shuddered suddenly, because his kiss landed there, and then like a beast sniffing its territory, she was passively locked in his arms, overlooked by him, almost bowing her head in surrender.

The waist is held by him.

Between a thin layer of fabric.

Feel the warmth and softness.

The kiss on the neck gradually moved to the shoulders and collarbone.

Gritting the little sling with her teeth, she gnawed on it; the hot breath blew past, Wen Yao couldn't help shivering, her voice was pitifully soft, "Wait, wait a minute."

At this moment, Yan Sui seemed to be bowing and arrowing on a string, and he managed to separate his thoughts, "What are you waiting for?"

He grabbed her hand again and groped over his towel, wanting to take her to explore.

"I'm hungry."

He doesn't listen.

Continue to explore.

Bath towels were crumbling.

Wen Yao hides behind a wall, "Really, I didn't eat at night, and my blood sugar will be low——"

Yan Sui found her lips and didn't let her speak.

Very fierce.

The tongue almost pressed to her throat, Wen Yao's face flushed, not only her hands, but also her back against the wall became hot.

After finally avoiding it, she tried to reason with him: "Yan Sui, I'm really hungry, can you let me eat something..."

Slide one strap into the crook of the arm.

He seemed to be stimulated, without restraint, Wen Yao agreed with great difficulty.

Finally when she couldn't take it anymore, the man let her go slowly, and laughed hoarsely: "Are you hungry.

"I'll feed you."