Wen Jian looked at the cute look on her face that was pretending to be calm. She couldn't help but stretched out her arms, pressed her to her and kissed her gently. She gasped slightly and said in a low magnetic voice: "Baby, are you here?" What are you thinking about?"
His sultry tone made it seem like Qingzhi had to think of something when she wasn't thinking about anything...
Qingzhi was naturally made blushing by him, but she still refused to admit it in front of him: "I... didn't think..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingzhi was hugged onto Wen Jian's lap. Qingzhi was naturally startled by him, and had to hold on to one of his shoulders tightly, biting her lips and complaining: "You what… "
Wen Jian lowered her head, with a gentle smile on her lips, as if bathing in the sunshine of Hexi's spring and gradually blooming.
He gently held Qingzhi's ankle with a very gentle movement, and then gently helped Qingzhi take off her shoes and socks.
Qingzhi looked down at this scene.
The nose is slightly sour.
She didn't know what to say, but what else could she ask for
This is the man she is willing to marry.
He is Qingzhi's own ideal husband.
No matter what happens in the future, she plans to be her husband who will advance and retreat hand in hand with him.
Qingzhi was hugged by him and slowly lay down on the huge soft bed. When he covered her body, Qingzhi boldly hugged his neck gently, raised her little face slightly, and didn't She couldn't help but say in his ear, "From now on... From now on, I will be brother Xiao Jian's wife..."
"Yes." Wen Jian kissed her cheek, which she leaned towards, and her voice was full of tenderness and sweetness, "It's good for the baby to know."
Qingzhi turned her face away from the pillow with a little embarrassment, and Wen Jian bent her head down again, puckering her tender lips, kissing her, moving down her lips...
When Qingzhi finally realized something was wrong, Wen Jian was already untying her wedding dress...
Peel off layer by layer...
From the outside to the inside, Wen Jian's kisses fell bit by bit from her lips. His hot breath, the heat of his fingertips, and the kisses spread all over her body somewhat wantonly...
That feeling of shame is really no less than any time before...
Qingzhi squirmed, trying to struggle, but not wanting to separate from Wen Jian, the contradictory shameful feeling...
It seems that I cannot describe it in words, but I am still immersed in this doting...
It's because, growing up, she and Wen Jian have never crossed the line. Although they have never mentioned it, they both want to save each other's first time until the wedding night. superior…
Although it is a very old-fashioned and childish idea, it seems that because of this, the relationship between the two of them has become more pure and sincere.
At least at this moment, when she is about to truly transform into his woman under Wen Jian's care and love, Qingzhi herself can understand how unforgettable this kind of beauty is...
Although this is unforgettable, it is accompanied by unprecedented shame, uneasiness, and nervousness.
But she was willing to put everything in her body and mind into Wen Jian's hands, for no other reason than because she believed in Wen Jian.
She knew that he would never be willing to hurt her, so even if it was something that scared her, she could do it because it was Wen Jian.
…
The night is still very long, and they have time to slowly experience the ecstasy of the wedding night...
(End of chapter)