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In the bathroom, although Nan Yuheng's deep and fiery gaze was gone, the heat on Cheng Nian'an's face could not go away.

In the mirror, you can clearly see that your cheeks are getting redder and redder.

Cheng Nian'an stood in front of the mirror, put his palms on his face, and rubbed it hard. Not only did the heat not go away, but it was like a fire.

It's really strange. Why is she blushing towards Nan Yuheng?

She doesn't like him!

Cheng Nianan took a few deep breaths,

I found a perfect reason for myself.

——It must be because she was single and never fell in love.

She is single, so her blushing is normal, it is normal, don't think too much.

After giving himself some psychological hints, Cheng Nian'an patted his still hot cheeks and turned around to turn on the shower.

After lingering in the bathroom for a long time, her expression returned to normal. When she came out again, she never thought that Nan Yuheng was still in the room.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his long and handsome fingers playing with the small umbrellas scattered on the bed with great interest.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

The corners of his lips curved up a little casually.

"Honey, come over here and study the structure of this thing together, and pick out a few you like."

Cheng Nian'an's heels seemed to be nailed to the spot, motionless.

Do not ask.

It's too cowardly to ask.

She was wearing relatively conservative pajamas, but under Nan Yuheng's serious gaze, she had the illusion that she was not wearing any clothes.

In the end, a certain woman who couldn't stand it any longer and was very conscientious chose 'Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy'.

But as soon as she turned around, Nan Yuheng's voice sounded unhurriedly from behind.

"I locked the door. Nian Nian, should you come here by yourself, or should I go over and carry you over."

Lock the door?

Can't she drive it?

Thinking like this, Cheng Nianan kept walking.

Keep going.

Just when she was the last step away from the doorknob, Nan Yuheng smiled ambiguously, "If you want to change rooms, that's not impossible."

Cheng Nian'an: "..."

Seeing that he was serious about it, Cheng Nian Ansheng suppressed the urge to unlock the door and leave.

She turned around but didn't go to the bed.

Just stop where you are and try to talk to him from the farthest distance.

"This..." She smiled coquettishly and said in a consultative tone: "It's not needed now anyway, why don't we choose it later?"

She glanced at the time and said implicitly:

"It's getting late, brother Yuheng. I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Nan Yuheng didn't understand the meaning of driving people away at all, so he only asked:

"How does Niannian know not to use it? Of course I will use it if I choose it."

Cheng Nianan choked directly.

My throat was almost smoking.

She pinched her palms hard, with a embarrassed tone, and pressed her back against the cold door.

"...But I just got the certificate yesterday, so I picked this thing today...this speed..." It's faster than a rocket!

Didn't you agree to just get the certificate first? !

Nan Yuheng held a small umbrella between his fingertips and looked at her leisurely, "It turns out that Nian'an still remembers that we got the certificate yesterday, so it's too late to make up for the wedding night today."

Cheng Nian'an: "!!!"

She stopped going around with him.

The final result of the detour would definitely be that she would be detoured into his pit, and there was no second possibility.

Thinking of this, Cheng Nian'an stopped beating around the bush and said bluntly:

"Nan Yuheng, you promised not to force me after marriage."

The room fell into silence.

Nan Yuheng looked at her quietly and said nothing.

Just as Cheng Nian'an's heartbeat gradually accelerated, he heard him reply with a low smile:

"Well, I won't force you."

As he spoke, he dropped the small umbrella in his hand and walked towards her.

Cheng Nianan watched helplessly as he approached step by step.

The body becomes tighter and tighter unconsciously.

When she couldn't bear the pressure and turned around to open the door to go to another room, a big hand accurately pinched her waist and pressed her against the door.

Cheng Nian'an suppressed the exclamation in his throat, and the man's deep voice penetrated his ears little by little.

"I remember what Nian An said about compulsion, it's just a couple's obligation. Kissing is not among them, right?"

"Then a kiss, is that okay?"

Cheng Nian'an's eyes were panicked. She unconsciously pursed her lips and was about to say, "No."

However, before the first syllable could be uttered, he suddenly lowered his head, captured her lips, chewed the two words and swallowed them.

Cheng Nian'an's pupils shrank instantly.

Especially the summer pajamas were very thin. The heat of his palms clearly penetrated into the skin through the thin material. She had never felt that a person's palms could be so hot.

Every touch he made made her tremble uncontrollably.

Sensing her reaction, Nan Yuheng's eyes flashed darkly.

He deliberately pinched the tight waist and stroked her waist with his fingertips, which successfully caused her to tremble even more.

"Wife."

The two slow and lingering words seemed to wrap Cheng Nian'an's breath in them. She didn't dare to open her eyes and let him peck her lips again and again.

"What are you shaking for?"

"Is it cold?"

With his heart beating violently, Cheng Nian'an unconsciously licked the itchy corners of his lips, but he didn't notice that he leaned over and the tip of his tongue directly touched the corners of his lips.

Her body stiffened and she opened her eyes quickly.

Straight into his dark swirling eyes.

The corners of Nan Yuheng's lips curled up a little, and he outlined her waist with his palms, grinding and moving it bit by bit. He didn't know how long it had been before he held her and asked:

"Is it still considered forced now?"

There was a mist in front of Cheng Nian'an's eyes, he was dazed by the kiss, his lips were red and swollen from his sucking, and his whole body was held in his arms.

When the questioning voice reached her ears, she shook her head in a daze, but in the next second, her mind suddenly cleared, and the shaking of her head turned into a heavy nod.

Calculate!

Of course!

There was nothing visible on Cheng Nianan's face.

But my heart was already fried.

After marriage, why is Nan Yuheng no longer on the same page as before marriage?

It was promised that Bingshan would be paralyzed, ascetic and cold.

How is this... such a big difference?

Help!

She really couldn't stand it anymore!

Seeing her nodding, Nan Yuheng pulled his lower lip.

"Still forced?"

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and hugged the person horizontally.

Cheng Nian'an instinctively hugged his neck and said in a dry voice, "What are you doing?"

The corners of Nan Yuheng's lips curved slightly: "Let's try how to avoid being forced."

The pile of small umbrellas on the bed was not put away. The bed was big enough anyway. Nan Yuheng ignored those things and placed her directly next to the small umbrella.

She kept saying that he couldn't force her, but Nan Yuheng really didn't force her, he just kissed her while pressing her down and rubbing her soft waist.

It wasn't until the waist that had been tense involuntarily softened and his arms unconsciously hugged him that Nan Yuheng asked again:

"now what?"

"Is it still forced?"

Cheng Nian'an's voice was filled with tears, his head went into his arms, and he spat out two words with a trembling voice:

"Oh... no, it doesn't count..."