Seeing the other party getting closer and closer to her, Anna closed her eyes subconsciously, completely losing the molesting momentum before.
But in the end, Karenin just leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice and asked calmly: "If you continue to do this from time to time, I can't guarantee that I will have to wait until my birthday to take my present."
"how do you know!"
Anna almost blurted out.
When Karenin left, he kissed her lightly at the corner of her mouth, and then stood up straight, as if the person before was not him, but said in the most upright and calm tone: "Sometimes, you place things randomly everywhere. You still need to change your habits, Anna."
Anna raised her hands to cover her face in shame.
She has an innocuous bad habit of her own. Before doing things, sometimes I will habitually scribble on the paper, and I have no sense of confidentiality. After all, she lived alone before.
"You did it on purpose." She said sullenly.
"Not exactly. I really care about the issue of 'Pasha'." Karenin said lightly. I'm afraid he is the only one in the world who can talk about jealousy so lightly.
"You clearly know that's not true." Anna scolded, "I think he regards me as a brother." After speaking, she laughed herself.
"You have indeed been affected recently." Karenin pointed out that there was quite disapproval between the words.
"I'll change it back," Anna promised.
Karenin looked at his wife for a while, and then slowly said: "As far as I know, Anna, in general, when a husband and wife get along, as the party at fault, in addition to verbal apologies and guarantees afterwards, the seriousness of the situation must also be taken into account. Give the other half an equal amount of compensation."
"I think a blueberry pie probably makes up for it."
After hearing her husband's words, Anna's eyes widened first, and then she laughed.
"I really care about that question. I'm serious, Anna." Karenin expressed his jealous thoughts in a calm tone.
"You are so cute." Anna couldn't help but kissed each other.
"It's obviously not correct to describe me as cute." Karenin explained solemnly, but Anna had already run away.
When she ran to the door, she leaned on the porch and turned her head and said, "I will not change this, it is my exclusive right."
"Change your clothes first, do you want Sasha to have a heart attack?" Karenin said in time, temporarily letting go of the "cute" question. Because he also knows that sometimes it's no use arguing with his wife.
After being reminded by Karenin, Anna finally realized that she was still wearing men's clothing with loose hair.
She came back again and closed the bedroom door behind her.
Anna took a few steps towards the closet, then stopped suddenly, turned her head and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you avoiding it?"
"You're my wife, aren't you?"
Anna blushed suddenly and wanted to lift her paws up, but she still didn't.
"I think it's better to check it yourself before receiving the gift." Karenin said, he walked up to Anna, held her hand, and picked out a dress for her from the closet.
Elegant light purple, satin texture, not much lace, because it is different from the fluffy skirts that are popular nowadays, so Anna has not worn it once.
"I don't like your masculine attire, so take off your clothes now." Karenin said that after the incident last time, Karenin now has some different ideas about his wife.
As Anna has always expressed to him, the so-called husband and wife should be led by honesty.
He loves his wife, and since this is the case, it is also a husband's right to directly express his preferences.
He can understand his wife's wishes, and he will not stop her. Even, because he allows her to do so, he will take good care of her.
Karenin did not really mind that Mr. Prokhov, he had already had contact with this man. But even if it wasn't Mr. Prokhov, Karenin found it impossible to calm down at the thought of someone thinking some kind of injustice against his wife.
The person he is familiar with is his wife, the Anna who wears beautiful clothes and always cares about him and only looks at him wholeheartedly, not the casual Pavel who can solve problems alone.
So he said.
"At home, I just want you to be my wife, Anna. That's my request."
Anna blinked slowly, then she smiled softly.
"Oh, of course, Alexei. I will always be your wife."
She stood in front of the other party relaxedly, the man's fingers touched her shoulder, then went around the shoulder line and reached the button position of the clothes. Then, the other party's slender fingers unhurriedly unbuttoned Anna's coat.
Clothes were taken off until only the underwear remained.
Although the bedroom was still relatively warm, but suddenly lost the protection of her clothes, Anna still flinched. She mumbled, "Pants, I'll do the pants myself."
With that said, Anna unbuttoned her trousers, and she was wearing lace trousers for women.
The white undershirt was embroidered with delicate patterns with silver thread, and under the half-length lace trousers were delicate-skinned calves. She was barefoot again, but this time on the plush white carpet, her round toes sunken in the softness.
She was a little ashamed because she had never exposed so much to her husband. But what her husband said before made her courage again.
This kind of shame is far from a lack of confidence in one's body, it is more likely to be classified as shy. Just because you are in front of your lover, it is even more difficult to reveal yourself. Because every ounce of exposure means spreading your heart out in the sun.
She had to get used to this, so she raised her eyes to her husband.
And the next thing she knew she was right.
If Karenin was not good at words in the matter of love, then his eyes were enough to make up for everything.
She did see genuine love in each other's eyes.
"You can touch me." Anna said softly.
Karenin did not speak, but after waiting for a while, he raised his hand.
He first got close to the skin behind his wife's ear, and stayed there for a long time, then followed the skin on the side of the ear to the neck, then to the collarbone, and finally, along the thin bone trace, to the rounded shoulders. In the end, it was like finding a place to stay. The pad of Karenin's thumb rubbed lightly there.
"I can, can I?" Karenin asked in a low voice.
"Yes, you can."
Although her thick eyelashes were trembling, Anna replied calmly.
Karenin took a step forward, he moved gently, because he didn't want to frighten his wife.
He is actually not a very patient person, but if it is for his wife, Karenin is always willing to slow down and slow down again.
He bent down slightly and placed a kiss on his wife's shoulder.
Because the movements were too gentle, there were no traces left. But as far as Karenin is concerned, this is already a wordless mark.
He straightened up and handed the clothes to his wife.
"Put it on, Anna."
"You..." Anna hesitated, but Karenin took her right hand and kissed her fingertips.
"Gifts are always expected, don't they?"
Anna blinked, her face flushed, but she still smiled and said, "This is your choice."
"Yes, I'm used to choosing, not being chosen."
After Anna got dressed, Karenin motioned her to sit at the dressing table.
"Do you want to comb my hair?" Anna sat down and asked with some uncertainty.
"Oh, I just want my wife back," Karenin said casually. He's not dexterous with his hands, but he's clearly smart enough.
This light purple skirt can't be more suitable with a hairstyle that is not rigorous, but rather lazy and casual.
In the end, he tied the main hair with the same light purple velvet flower, and the rest of the curly hair was naturally loosened, around the side of the neck, and fell on the chest.
Karenin put his hands lightly on his wife's shoulders, and he looked in the mirror. It was a young woman with an ivory complexion, a faint blush on her face, and a pair of big gray eyes that looked like stars. It's like being dizzy inside.
This is what he is familiar with.
Karenin was very satisfied with this.
"Don't you think you're a bit of a control freak?" Anna said with a smile.
"Although I don't quite understand your so-called 'control freak', in a literal sense, I think I'm just conveying some kind of private emotion to you." Karenin said slowly.
"Oh, what emotion? I don't know if you don't say it. After all, I'm just a little woman."
"You know that," said Karenin.
Anna was about to say "I don't know" on purpose, but Karenin had already satisfied her.
"I love you, Anna."
She raised her hand, her fingertips lightly rested on the back of the opponent's hand, and then slid down. When she was about to leave, the opponent grabbed her fingers and rubbed them dependently.
"No matter what I look like on the outside, I am who I am. I will always be your wife, I think, I have taken you all my life, Alexei. If I put it in more blunt words, I have taken you .”
Anna used a not-so-elegant vocabulary, and her tone was so cheerful, so Karenin didn't correct him this time. Instead, after hesitating for a while, he leaned into the other's ear and whispered: "Then you are welcome." Lai 'Look at me."
When he said the word "lai", it was as elegant and noble as saying the word "lord" in French.
These ordinary words, when he said them in his low voice, looked extraordinarily charming.
So much so that the protagonist, who was just explaining a small fact easily, couldn't help but blush again. But the right hand still didn't let go of it, and instead held it even tighter.