Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

The surrounding lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a dim hazy light scattered from the heads of the two focal figures, and the atmosphere became more and more blurred and touching.

So many people around are staring at them.

For Lian Cheng, the young man suddenly became concrete, tangible, and approachable like never before.

Yan Qiutong faced Lian Cheng, very close at hand. Between him and her, there was not only the eyebrows and eyelashes between them, but also the affection floating between the eyebrows and eyes, and there was a little hoarse breathing. There are his unfathomable and her full of shackles, separated, and even the initial mutual suspicion and the marriage that the two had never thought about but already had a substantial existence.

Her brows trembled, the usual alienation and games faded away one by one, leaving only a little naive and helpless.

He couldn't help but smiled sullenly, hugged her gently, and kissed her smooth forehead.Then, he opened his mouth and bit her collar.

At this moment, to Yan Qiutong, Lian Cheng is like a treasure in his heart that cannot be treated lightly, and he will cherish him for the rest of his life.

In the midst of the shock and confusion, Lian Cheng suddenly understood that it was no wonder that there were rumors in the circle of noble women in Kyoto: Yan Shao in Kyoto, who was favored by God, never gave any woman a chance to approach him, because, like this If someone really gave a certain woman a small chance, that woman would have no way to escape.

Fortunately, or unfortunately?

Misfortune or her luck?

She thought that this pale and boring life of hers, a life in shackles, would happen to coincide with such a man, wanton, secluded, cold, and bone-piercing coaxing. People have become dull and dull.

Yan Qiutong didn't know what the person in his arms was thinking. Finally, at the end, he raised his hand and untied the bun she had tied up before going out. His long jet-black hair poured down, and his pale fingertips gently raised Put a strand of it under the nose, and gently sniff the scent that belongs to her.

She felt inexplicable throbbing because of his carefulness in the subtleties.

Even though Lian Cheng is not very proficient in ancient history, he heard some sad girls mention it when he was in school.

If a man is willing to bow his head and kiss your long hair, the meaning is very clear. The man just wants to tell her that his feelings for her are like three thousand black hairs.

Yan Qiutong is a man, he never expresses his joy for Lian Cheng in words, only those who understand him will understand that every seemingly inadvertent action of his has something in essence, it belongs to the deep meaning in his heart full.

Yan Qiutong gently put down the black hair that was stuck on her fingertips, and tidied up Lian Cheng's slightly messed up collar, before kissing the top of her hair to finish it off perfectly.

It's over, the man's unhurried, exactly 60 seconds.

As long as 1 minute, Lian Cheng opened his eyes cautiously, and felt a little dazed looking at the man in front of him, as if he was walking towards her, passing through thousands of years.

Lowering his head, he kissed the little girl's forehead lightly, and the man said, "Okay?"

After gaining freedom, Lian Cheng staggered back and forth a few steps, wishing to be far away from the mad man in front of him, his breath was hot, but with the mellow aroma of red wine in his breath, Lian Cheng bit it. Biting the corner of his lips, he lowered his head in a panic, wishing to escape from his own confusion.

Lian Cheng suddenly realized that her life had been cut into two parts, the past and the present, and what Yan Qiutong brought her was another time that she did not want, another time that she did not want. A space that is not subject to her estimation, is not controlled or affected by anyone else or anything, and is only controlled by him.

This man, even if he made no concessions to her, in fact, she was always in his hands.

At this moment, Lian Cheng suddenly thought of his behavior in the nightclub, and couldn't help but sneer and ridicule. Compared with this man, he really pales in comparison.

The man embraced the little girl's slender waist, and then turned around. Yan Qiutong looked at the expressions of the people around him, let out a chuckle, and coughed lazily:
"Master, are you still satisfied?"

The man's voice rose slightly, bringing everyone back to their senses.

Returning to his senses, Chen Yang vigorously wiped the sweat that broke out on his forehead at some point, waved his paws again and again, and covered his face desperately.

Clearly, Yan Qiutong's actions looked extremely simple, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but Comrade Chen's little son still felt a fire in his heart, and he was abruptly picked up by Yan Qiutong, a monster. fire.