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

"Baby, you are so beautiful." Lu Jingshen couldn't help but speak softly with his Adam's apple moving slightly. His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it could penetrate Lin Qian's heart and reach the depths of her soul.

When Lin Qian heard this, she lowered her head shyly. Her cheeks flushed slightly, like the rising morning glow. She bit her lips gently, as if trying to suppress her shyness and joy. Then, she raised her head and looked at Lu Jingshen with her bright eyes, which were shining with happiness.

Lu Jingshen's hands wandered over Lin Qian's body, his fingertips were hot, making her feel numb. He gently untied her towel, exposing her skin to the air, feeling each other's warmth. Lin Qian trembled slightly in his embrace, but more of it was a sense of anticipation and satisfaction.

The love between them reached its peak at this moment, as if the whole world made way for them. Lu Jingshen's kiss became deeper and deeper, and his breath sounded in Lin Qian's ears, making her feel an unprecedented sense of security. She hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

The love between them, at this moment, was like bright fireworks, blooming in the endless night sky, as if the whole world was making way for their love, silent and solemn. Lu Jingshen's eyes were affectionate and focused, and his kiss fell on Lin Qian's lips like drizzle. Gradually, his kiss became deeper and more passionate, as if he wanted to put all his emotions into this kiss.

His breathing sounded softly beside Lin Qian's ears, with a unique rhythm, making her feel an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction. She closed her eyes and felt his kiss wholeheartedly, as if they were the whole world at this moment, and no one else existed.

Lin Qian hugged Lu Jingshen tightly, her fingers gently sliding over his back, as if to merge him into her body. Her heartbeat quickened, her blood boiled in her body, this feeling made her both afraid and excited.

It was not until Lin Qian felt that her lungs were squeezed and she was almost unable to breathe that Lu Jingshen reluctantly let her go a little further away. He stared at her, his deep eyes flashing with a strange light. He looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and her blurred eyes, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light mist, making her look particularly charming. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a satisfied smile, as if he was already intoxicated by this wonderful atmosphere.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, his voice full of concern and tenderness, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, which made Lin Qian's heart surge with warmth. She raised her head, met his affectionate gaze, and nodded gently.

"I... I'm fine." Lin Qian's voice was trembling, as if she was still immersed in the sudden intimacy. Her heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Looking at her like this, Lu Jingshen felt even more tender in his heart.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked her body. His fingertips were as soft as feathers, gently touching her delicate skin. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Qianqian, your collarbone is so beautiful..." His voice was low and magnetic, as if there was a kind of magic that made Lin Qian fall into his gentle trap involuntarily.

Lin Qian felt his fingertips gently sliding across her skin, bringing a tingling sensation. Her cheeks became even redder, as if dyed red by the sunset. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this rare intimate moment.

Lu Jingshen leaned close to Lin Qian's ear. His voice was deep and full of magnetism, as if carrying an irresistible charm: "Baby, do you know? In ancient times, there was an extremely elegant custom called 'holding wine in the clavicle'."

Hearing this, Lin Qian's eyes flashed with curiosity. She gently opened her eyes and spoke with a hint of confusion and shyness: "Serving wine in the collarbone? What kind of custom is that?"

Lu Jingshen smiled slightly. He gently cupped Lin Qian's cheek, letting her look into his eyes. Then he continued to whisper in her ear: "That is an honor that only the most beautiful women can enjoy. In ancient times, if a woman's collarbone was as delicate as white jade and had elegant and smooth lines, she would have the opportunity to be selected as the beauty with 'collarbone serving wine' at a grand banquet. At that time, they would use their silky skin and perfect collarbones to offer the guests the purest wine, as a way of expressing their respect and welcome to the guests."

After hearing this, Lin Qian blushed slightly and turned her head slightly, trying to avoid Lu Jingshen's affectionate gaze. But Lu Jingshen refused to let her go easily. He hugged her tightly, making it impossible for her to escape.

"Qianqian, do you know? Your clavicle is like the most perfect work of art. It is as white as jade, with smooth and elegant lines. If you were in ancient times, you would definitely become the beauty with 'clavicle holding wine', and everyone would fall for you." Lu Jingshen's voice was full of praise and pampering, which made Lin Qian's heart beat faster involuntarily.

Lin Qian bit her lip lightly, as if bewitched by Lu Jingshen's words. She closed her eyes slightly and let his fingertips slide gently on her skin. Lu Jingshen gently stroked her collarbone, as if he could feel the jade-like delicateness and warmth.

Lu Jingshen looked at Lin Qian in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness and affection. He gently kissed her forehead, then leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Qianqian, you are my baby, do you want to try... This is a beauty that only the two of us can experience." His voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to carry magic, which made Lin Qian's heart beat faster again.

Lin Qian's face, originally only slightly flushed, now radiant like the morning glow, she shyly lowered her head, nodded gently, and then slowly closed her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan, as if telling of her inner nervousness and anticipation.

Lu Jingshen gently held Lin Qian in one hand and slowly stood up from the ground. His steps were steady and powerful, as if he was holding up a safe space for her. He walked to the table and elegantly poured a glass of red wine. The deep red liquid swayed gently in the glass, exuding an alluring aroma. Then, he turned back to the sofa and gently placed Lin Qian on his lap.

He looked at Lin Qian's coy look, and his heart was beating as if he was surrounded by a warm current. He couldn't help but approach Lin Qian again and whispered in her ear: "Baby, this red wine may be a little stimulating. If you can't stand it, you can stop at any time." His voice was low and magnetic, plucking Lin Qian's heartstrings like a string of a musical instrument.

When Lin Qian heard Lu Jingshen's words, she felt a little nervous, but more of anticipation and sweetness. She gently raised her head and looked into Lu Jingshen's deep eyes, as if she saw the love in his heart. She nodded and gently closed her eyes, as if waiting for something wonderful to happen.