How to undress gracefully in front of the person you like
Anna... really didn't think about this question. And more importantly, after saying this sentence, when it comes to the actual operation steps, her husband... It seems that he didn't think about how to gracefully take off the nightgown for your wife.
"I think, I'd better let Annushka come and see for me." Anna coughed and said.
"unnecessary."
Karenin stopped her, and then he too coughed.
"I hope you don't mind."
"I, I don't mind." Anna said dryly, her fingers were on the strap of the nightgown, and she still didn't untie it for a long time. Maybe the reality is always a little crueler than the ideal.
"My name is still Anush..."
Before the words fell to the ground, Anna's movement of turning around was stopped by Karenin.
"No need." Karenin said again, holding her wrist with his right hand, which was warm and warm. Compared with Anna's delicate skin, Karenin's fingers had a little callus. During the rotation, He stroked the skin of her wrist lightly.
"I don't want you to call your maid," said Karenin.
Anna felt her heart was beating non-stop, and then she could only bow her head and say another sentence.
"oh."
Karenin took Anna by the hand and led her to the edge of the bed, then said, "I want to help you see."
Anna felt that the place where she was being held by the other party seemed to be on fire. She was a little flustered, and then subconsciously said, "You have to close your eyes first."
"I will."
Karenin agreed to the request, and Anna breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked up and saw that the man had indeed closed his eyes, and then climbed onto the bed.
Anna actually didn't understand why she said that, but subconsciously, she felt that it was the best. She unbuttoned her nightgown, covered her chest, then lay down on the edge of the bed, and then covered the quilt again, revealing only her smooth back. She said with some shame: "You can, you can open your eyes."
Karenin opened his eyes.
For a moment, he felt like he couldn't say anything. But that kind of absent-mindedness is always very short. After all, what people like Karenin are most proud of is concentration.
Karenin focused his gaze on his wife's wounded lower back, which had become red and swollen, very visible on the delicate skin.
For some reason, Karenin also knew a little about medicine.
He raised his finger and touched Anna's skin lightly. Feeling the latter shiver, he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
A small sound came from under the cotton fabric.
"I'm ticklish."
The voice was soft and soft, like a kitten's paw, gently scratching Karenin's heart.
Karenin restrained himself and withdrew his hand, and said, "It looks like the situation is okay, I'll ask the family doctor to come over tomorrow morning."
"Can."
It was still a small voice, and the owner of the voice still did not raise his head.
Karenin knew that he should take his eyes off the delicate skin, his reason told him to do so, but he couldn't do it easily.
Just as he followed the voice of a certain demon and approached that piece of sweetness, a small voice stopped him.
"I am afraid."
Karenin stopped the kiss that was supposed to fall on the shoulder.
For a moment, he just maintained a slightly strange posture, paused in mid-air, and then he woke up.
Regardless of sorting out his irrational thoughts, soothing words have already come out.
"Don't be afraid."
"sorry."
In a soft voice, "I'm afraid I'm not ready yet, Alexey."
"No need to apologize, Anna."
Karenin regained his usual calmness. He left the edge of the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover Anna's chilly body.
"Are you angry?"
His little wife still didn't raise her head, as if she was going to use this pile of cotton objects to talk to him.
"It's not about being angry, Ana."
"So, will you give me a moment?"
Anna finally poked her head out from the pile of cotton fabrics. Her hair was a little disheveled, but she just looked more beautiful.
"It's not a big deal. I should take this into consideration. From a rational point of view, you don't understand me yet." Karenin's voice was so calm that Anna was not sure if the other party was really angry. So she decided to tell the truth.
"I just didn't understand why I suddenly felt a little bit scared. I thought it might be normal, but I wanted to tell you anyway. I mentioned, didn't I be honest and trusting with each other?"
Karenin looked down at his little wife. When he was rejected, he said he didn't care. It was a lie, but after listening to her straightforward and serious explanation, it didn't matter.
"Are you afraid of gossip?" he asked.
"I'm not afraid, but I'm afraid that leaving a message will hurt someone I care about." Anna replied.
"Then you have to be prepared, Anna, we can't play perfectly all the time, until you," he said after a pause, "when you're not afraid."
"I won't be afraid all the time." Anna blushed a little, then looked up again, and said, "I think we forgot one more step."
"What?"
"Before getting married, you know, there is an essential ceremony." Anna laughed, as if she had found a perfect reason for this slightly embarrassing period of time.
"Talk about a little romance."
She sat up on her knees, covered herself slightly with her nightgown, and said a little shyly and boldly: "You have accepted my proposal of marriage, so love will not refuse, right?"
There is some silence in the air, the moonlight outside the window is mixed with the candlelight, and the fragrance of the oil that is suitable for the wedding night almost makes people feel a little intoxicated. His little wife was half kneeling on the bed, with her fragrant shoulders half exposed, talking and laughing at Yanyan. Karenin didn't know what else he could say without his consent.
So, after a short silence, he said:
"Although I don't know much about the so-called love, but,"
"I agree."
Hearing the word "agree" from Karenin, Anna showed a bright smile. She almost cheered. Fortunately, she realized her current situation and could only blush again.
"You can get dressed, Anna." Karenin said in a low voice, and then he turned around and waited until Anna had finished speaking before turning around.
Under the ambiguous candlelight, his little wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, her bare calves seemed to be covered with a layer of milk, they were white and shiny, and her ten toes were round, rubbing against each other uncomfortably.
"Never do this in front of outsiders." The voice was soft, almost inaudible.
"What?" Anna raised her head in confusion, only to see Karenin walking to her side, squatting down with half-bent knees, supporting her feet with her left hand, and holding the cotton slippers in her right hand, gently hiding her delicate and white feet .
No one had ever put Anna's shoes on, and she had never looked down at anyone from this angle. The back will be slightly bent, the fragile neck will be exposed, and her ankles are still itchy when touched by fingers, but they are very warm.
Then she laughed suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Alexey, I have found another reason to marry you."
A good husband puts shoes on his wife, and the latter feels happiness for the first time.
"What reason?"
Anna smiled: "I can't say it now, let me think about it, right!" Her eyes lit up, "I thought of what to give you on your fiftieth birthday!"
Karenin really couldn't understand why his little wife could always think of so many incredible situations, but at least this proved one point.
"Is kissing your wife according to your rules of love?" asked Karenin.
Anna froze for a moment, then blushed again, and finally said, "It's allowed, isn't it logical?"
So, on this night, Anna received her second kiss from Mr. Karenin.
It's magical, like magic, sunshine, grass...
In short, all good things.