After the flash marriage, the abstinent president embraces his wife and pampers her every day

Lin Qian spoke softly to the kitten, stroking its ears and chin, each touch filled with warmth and love. The kitten dozed comfortably in her arms, curling up happily, as if enjoying this carefree happiness in a dream.

Lin Qian lifted the kitten up and placed it on her shoulder. The kitten was like a naughty child, gently scratching her clothes with its claws. She smiled and stroked its back, feeling its soft fur and warm body temperature, her heart filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Liu Yufeng's eyes never left the curtains. He silently observed everything, with complex emotions in his heart that were difficult to express. He longed to be that little kitten, to be close to Lin Qian, and to share this warmth and happiness with her.

Ever since he began to have a crush on Lin Qian, his life seemed to be deeply shrouded by her shadow. In his busy work, his thoughts always drifted to that gentle figure; and in his free afternoons, he would quietly follow behind her, like a guardian angel, silently protecting her from the wind and rain.

Especially last time, when Lin Qian was bullied by gangsters on her way home, his heart was torn, anger and worry intertwined. He vowed to protect her safety at all times and not let her get hurt.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window of the villa and fills Liu Yufeng's studio. He sits in front of the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand, but his mind has already drifted away. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down, but the anxiety and expectation in his heart surge like a tide. He knows that the distance between them seems to be getting closer and closer, but there is an invisible barrier between them. This ambiguous pull makes his mood more complicated.

At this moment, Lin Qian closed the book in her hand and stretched slightly. She stood quietly in the small garden. Under the setting sun, her figure was stretched out and her outline looked more gentle. She put down her earplugs, listened to the natural sounds around her, and re-integrated into the gentleness of the real world.

She walked gently to a corner of the garden and began to water the flowers and plants. The afterglow of the setting sun made her movements look gentle and beautiful. At this moment, Liu Yufeng felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to walk over and hug her tightly and tell her his deepest feelings. But he was afraid of breaking this beautiful atmosphere, so he could only look at her from a distance.

The kitten ran around in the garden, rubbing against Lin Qian's feet, making coquettish noises. Lin Qian stopped the kettle in her hand, squatted down and gently comforted the cute little life: "Kitten, are you thirsty too? Come, drink some water."

The kitten seemed to feel Lin Qian's warmth, rolling on the ground obediently, constantly butting her hands with its head. Lin Qian smiled and picked up the kitten, sat on the swing, and continued to play with it intimately. She gently stroked the kitten's fur and said softly: "You are such a cute little guy, do you like the tranquility under the sunset as much as I do?"

The kitten felt very safe in Lin Qian's arms, and made some cheerful noises from time to time, as if communicating with her. Lin Qian's smile became even brighter, and she enjoyed the interaction with this little life, as if the whole world became more beautiful because of this moment.

Liu Yufeng stood behind the curtains of his home, quietly watching this heartwarming scene. He watched the interaction between Lin Qian and the kitten, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. He envied the kitten for being able to get along so closely with Lin Qian, while he could only watch silently behind the curtains.

"If she could smile at me like this, how nice it would be..." Liu Yufeng thought silently in his heart, but he also knew that this was just his extravagant wish. He longed to get closer to her and understand her more, but he was afraid that everything would end in disappointment.

Lin Qian gently held the kitten in her arms, sat on the swing, swung gently, and played intimately with the kitten. The kitten closed its eyes quietly in her arms, enjoying her touch and warmth, and made a faint purring sound, as if telling of its satisfaction and happiness.

Lin Qian's smile was like a flower blooming in the sunset, warm and bright, and her eyes sparkled with pure and kind light. She gently stroked the kitten's fur and whispered, as if she was telling it a secret. This scene made people feel extremely warm and peaceful.

Liu Yufeng stood behind the curtains of his home, watching the scene silently. He looked at Lin Qian's smile and her interaction with the kitten, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of envy and love in his heart. He imagined that he could also be like the kitten, being gently held in Lin Qian's arms, feeling her warmth and love.

"If I could be so close to her..." Liu Yufeng's heart was filled with endless desire and longing, as if an untouched treasure was quietly unfolding before his eyes. He looked deeply at Lin Qian, and her every subtle movement and every delicate expression were like notes on a string, gently plucking the deepest emotions in his heart.

Lin Qian was like a pure angel in the sunshine. Her smile was warm and bright, as if it could melt all the coldness in the world. She gently stroked the kitten beside her. Her gentle movements and loving eyes made Liu Yufeng feel extremely envious and yearning. He longed to get to know her more closely, to feel her gentleness and kindness, and to be deeply loved by her like the kitten.

The breeze blew gently, carrying the faint fragrance of Lin Qian's body. The fragrance was like the breath of spring, fresh and charming. Liu Yufeng took a deep breath, as if he wanted to keep the fragrance in his heart forever. He was intoxicated by the fragrance, as if he was in a dream world, where there were only him and Lin Qian, they snuggled up to each other, enjoying this rare intimacy.

However, at this moment, Lin Qian seemed to notice something. She gently raised her head and looked towards the curtains of Liu Yufeng's house. Liu Yufeng's heart tightened and his heartbeat accelerated instantly. He lowered his head nervously, fearing that Lin Qian would find out that he was peeking at her. He felt his cheeks getting slightly hot, as if they were burned by fire.

"Strange, I always feel like someone is peeking at me?" Lin Qian thought to herself, but she didn't show any abnormality. She smiled slightly and continued to play with the kitten. That smile was as warm as the sun, making Liu Yufeng feel inexplicably relieved.

Liu Yufeng's mood was like fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, floating in the air. He looked at Lin Qian's figure, his heart filled with desire for the unknown and fear of the possibility. He longed to get closer to her and pour out his feelings without reservation; but he was afraid that all this would burst like a bubble, leaving only embarrassment and deep disappointment.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. He knew that he couldn't let his emotions control him. He had to have enough courage and determination to face it all. His heart was full of hope and struggle, just like the starry sky at night, with both bright stars and deep darkness.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away, and the night slowly fell like a huge black curtain. Lin Qian held her cute little cat and returned to her room. There was a faint smile on her face, as if the whole world was filled with warmth and happiness.

Liu Yufeng, on the other hand, still stood silently behind the curtains, holding a paintbrush in his hand, quietly painting for her. His eyes were full of concentration and affection, as if the whole world only had him and Lin Qian. His paintbrush danced on the paper, just like his heart was beating for her.

"Lin Qian, do you know?" Liu Yufeng said silently in his heart, "I like you, more than anyone else. But I'm afraid, afraid that my feelings will cause you trouble, afraid that our relationship will become awkward because of my impulsiveness."

However, he did not stop painting. He knew that he could not just give up. He had to express his feelings and fight for his own happiness in his own way. Even if the final result was not what he wanted, he was willing to bear it all.

In this way, he continued to paint for her silently until night fell, until his mood became as deep and firm as the night.