On the way back, Yan Nian went to a convenience supermarket and bought some yogurt.
There isn't much yogurt at home, and Jiang Beiyuan has been drinking a lot recently.
He took the shopping bag from her hand, held her left hand with his right hand, and asked Yan Nian to walk to the inside of the sidewalk.
The moonlight cast a clear afterglow on the ground.
So beautiful.
but.
People are more beautiful than the moonlight.
There was a little yogurt stain on the corner of Jiang Beiyuan's mouth. After coming out of the supermarket, he couldn't help but untie a bottle and take a few sips.
Yan Nian wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and laughed.
"All living beings suffer. Brother Jiang Ting tastes like yogurt."
"What does Nian Nian taste like?"
"I… "
Before she could finish her words, she was blocked by his lips.
His long eyelashes brushed her eyelids, and when he pulled away again, he smiled broadly.
"Nian Nian is also yogurt-flavored."
"Ah."
She smiled too and squeezed his hand.
Never lose him again!
Because it is very painful to lose someone.
Both she and Jiang Beiyuan have experienced this kind of pain.
When he got home, Yan Nian put down his things and went to take a shower.
The dinner is already cold. After struggling for a while, I’m not hungry anymore. I just want to have a good sleep now.
The night was dark, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Beiyuan writing in front of the table in the bedroom.
The goose-yellow light fell down, making this scene rare and soft, reflecting the slender and well-proportioned hand of his pen.
Yan Nian rarely saw Jiangbeiyuan writing so quietly.
He threw away the towel in his hand and walked over curiously.
"What are you writing?"
"I wrote a poem for you." He looked up and said with a smile.
"What poem?"
"garrulous."
He pushed the poem in front of her.
Four lines of poetry.
I originally set my heart towards the bright moon.
I am glad that there is no carriage and horse passing by to invite you.
There is a lot of joy and a lot of sadness.
You return home and I return home.
Yan Nian burst into laughter.
I felt that a lot of the boredom and panic of the day were instantly dispelled with his poem.
How could she not see that this was an acrostic poem.
When the first word is connected vertically, it means I like you.
If it were Jiang Beiyuan before, he was such a cold and sullen person. He was really sullen and coquettish. How could he possibly give her such a sentimental touch
It's better now.
Thinking of ways to tease her openly.
"Good poetry, I like it very much."
Yan Nian folded the poems and put them away.
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips, "Do you only like poetry?"
"cut."
Understanding what he meant, she leaned down and kissed his plump forehead.
"I like you too, husband."
Like you very much.
Love you very much.
Jiang Beiyuan closed his eyes and enjoyed her kiss.
…
Early the next morning, when Yan Nian woke up, she found that the man beside her had his arms crossed and was looking at her for a moment.
Yan Nian blinked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Nian Nian is so beautiful."
Unabashed compliments.
Yan Nian snorted. It was because he tasted the sweetness last night, so his mouth must be so sweet.
"Where is the beauty?"
"You are beautiful everywhere. I like you so much."
"Humph, you're so glib, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
Yan Nian wants to get up and get dressed.
A certain man hugged her from behind, pushed her long hair away, and kissed her neck.
Like a clingy little puppy.
"Daughter-in-law, your husband wants you to hug me tonight."
"Go away, I'm going to cook."
"How about I cook? I can cook."
"No, I'll just do it." She said softly, not wanting to teach him away like she did last night.
(End of chapter)