Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

Faced with her dependent response, Shang Yan froze.

The hand on her waist tightened a little, and while rolling her throat, she suppressed the desire in her eyes.

Pulling the towel from the side to wrap the person in it, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, with a hoarse and seductive voice: "Are you tired?"

Jiang Yun unconsciously stared at his thin crimson lips and sharp-edged jaw, her chin resting on his chest, and she said lazily, "A little bit."

It's more about not adapting.

After the extreme emotional ups and downs at this moment, the ensuing emptiness.

Can cause a false sense of fatigue.

Shang Yan looked at her with a smile, and comforted him: "It's the first time, it's inevitable that I'm tired."

"Strive for restraint next time."

Jiang Yun blinked and stared at him with a bright smile: "Just get used to it."

Overall, she is satisfied.

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows, picked her up and walked out.

The slender and strong arms wrapped her in his arms, coaxing her in a low voice: "If you are tired, just close your eyes and rest, and leave the rest to me."

He said so, and Jiang Yun did the same.

Out of 100% dependence on him, he breathed a sigh of relief and really closed his eyes.

Shang Yan hugged her and sat down beside the bed, dried her hair, and quickly changed into a brand new quilt cover before putting the drowsy girl into the bed.

After finishing all this, he turned and walked into the bathroom.

Jiang Yun heard the sound of water in a daze, and it took her a long time to understand why Shang Yan turned back to the bathroom.

His face turned red, but there was a burst of warmth that nourished everything in his heart.

Something in my heart is soaring.

Burying her head under the blanket, Jiang Yun blushed, but smiled like a child who succeeded in stealing candy, with a sweet heart.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

After a brief silence, the bathroom door opened, and Shang Yan came out.

His eyes fell on the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed hugging the quilt, her brows softened visibly with the naked eye.

Walking over at a light pace, he propped up the side of the bed with one hand, and leaned over to look at the girl's face.

Seeing her breathing steadily with her eyes closed, her eyes are full of intoxicating pampering.

Jiang Yun, who was sleeping peacefully, was very well-behaved, her eyelids were covered by thick and slender eyelashes, and her clean and clear cheeks were a little immature.

Shang Yan stared at her for a long time before lifting the quilt and lying down.

He stretched out his hand and embraced the person from the back into his arms.

Borrowing the light of the bedside lamp, the heavy gaze fell on the scar of her butterfly bone.

The scar that has been fixed still bears the hickey mark left by him when he was deeply in love.

——(Here I feel that I need to add a detailed version. The scar of the butterfly bone has been buried for a long time. If I don’t write it, it seems that there is something missing. If I make it up, I should post it on Weibo in these two days.)——

More than two years later, the scar is still clearly visible.

Shang Yan didn't dare to think, whether she was suffering from such an injury back then, whether her body hurt more or her heart hurt more.

With the power of the Jiang family in the capital, Jiang Yun can live as a carefree little princess who is loved by everyone.

But his girl firmly and persistently chose a road full of thorns.

It takes a long time to care about a scar left by others.

She was the only one who smiled and took all this as a medal for climbing to the top.

He stared at the scar on her butterfly bone for a long time.

Finally, it turned into a distressed low sigh.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the scar on the butterfly bone.

A holy and pious kiss without any lust.

After a brief kiss, the eyes became more intense.

With a sigh, Shang Yan will finally tighten his arms and hug him tightly.

Jiang Yun couldn't ignore his burning gaze.

The moment his slightly cool lips covered the scar, his body stiffened visibly to the naked eye.

Unconsciously, the image of him kissing himself from behind, and the two of them... at the same time appeared in his mind.

Even this kiss is charming to her.

Breathing out of control, Jiang Yun turned around and leaned into his arms.

The moment she hooked his neck with her hands and looked into his pity-filled eyes, her chest heaved.

He opened his mouth in a low voice: "It's been too long, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

There was a bit of sleepiness in her eyes, and she stared persistently and earnestly at the clear projection of herself in his eyes.

Shang Yan's eyes are intense and gloomy.

The ink-splashed pupils are pierced with gloomy blackness, which seems to be a black hole that can swallow everything, but only her reflection can be clearly seen from it.

Jiang Yun loves him almost morbidly and persistently, and also loves her own reflection in his dark pupils.

Every time they looked at each other, she could see that she occupied his whole world.

And the only thing he can hold in his eyes is her.

This unique obsessive possession is undoubtedly a great spiritual satisfaction for the territorially conscious Leo.

Shang Yan hugged her waist tightly, staring down at the relief and relief in her eyes, helpless and pity.

He just bowed his head and kissed her deeply on the forehead.

Silent.

As long as it is an injury, there is no reason not to hurt.

He knew very well that the moment the scar was left, the pain had already taken root in his heart.

Maybe there will be a day when I can let go, but the pain goes deep into the soul and cannot be erased in my life.

Just like Pei Shulin's death to the young Shang Yan.

Just like Qin Shuhuai's death against the stronger Jiang Yun.

He silently tightened his arms around her, and the only sound left in the ambiguous bedroom was the sound of their breathing rising and falling.

Shang Yan understands her stubbornness and also understands her strength.

There was no extra comfort, let alone pity, he just hugged her, more like a kindred spirit.

The moment of relying on each other is the greatest healing for them.

Jiang Yun felt sleepy, listening to the strong heartbeat in his chest, her breathing gradually became steady.

Shang Yan hugged her and waited for a while, until he was sure that she had fallen asleep, then he carefully let go, and took out a small black velvet box from the suit beside him.

He purposely slowed down his movements, for fear of waking up the girl in his arms.

Quietly, he took out the ring lying quietly in it.

Shang Yan stretched out his hand to hold the girl's hand, and with the help of the weak light at the bedside, he unconsciously held his breath, and gently and cautiously put the ring into her middle finger little by little.

Looking at the plain black diamond ring inlaid with the size of the girl's slender fingers, the man's brows were full of uncontrollable smiles.

Putting his own on, he took out his phone from the side and took a picture silently.

Under the soft light, on the hands with interlocking fingers, the pair of rings of the same style is like a shackle, completely locking the two together.

The usually calm man stared at the ring on the girl's hand, his eyes couldn't stop smiling.

He secretly took a few more pictures before putting away the phone.

I couldn't help but take another look at the ring that fit perfectly on the girl's hand.

After admiring it almost, he took the girl's hand and prepared to take off the ring.

Just halfway through the ring, Jiang Yun suddenly bent her finger, stopped him from picking off the ring, and grabbed his finger tightly.