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

At this moment, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a touch of warmth to this quiet and beautiful atmosphere.

Lu Jingshen approached Lin Qian silently, his steps were light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

He gently embraced her from behind, his hands gently covering hers, their body temperatures intertwined at this moment, transmitting each other's warmth. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, his warm breath gently brushed past her ears, with a hint of a faint fragrance, that was his unique breath, revealing an imperceptible pampering and tenderness.

"Baby, you are so beautiful." Lu Jingshen's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was like a carefully crafted work of art, full of his appreciation and affection for Lin Qian. This sentence was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through Lin Qian's heart, making her feel extremely happy and satisfied. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like a blooming peach blossom, emitting an alluring glow.

Lin Qian's body trembled slightly, and the movement of her hands paused unconsciously. She tilted her head slightly, and her eyes met Lu Jing's deep eyes. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the light of happiness flashed in her eyes. She did not look back, but continued the flower arrangement work with more gentle movements. Every leaf and every flower was carefully selected and placed by her, as if she was weaving a dream about love and beauty.

"Jingshen, you're here." Lin Qian's voice was soft and sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains, refreshing. Her voice was full of sweetness and surprise, as if she felt extremely happy and satisfied with Lu Jingshen's appearance. There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, which made people feel pity.

Hearing this, Lu Jingshen hugged her tighter, and gently rubbed his chin on her shoulder, as if looking for more warmth and comfort. His breathing gradually became rapid, and his eyes flashed with a scorching light, as if he wanted to deeply integrate Lin Qian into his bones.

"Yes. Baby, seeing you arranging flowers so attentively, I can't help but be attracted to you." Lu Jingshen whispered softly, with a hint of imperceptible pampering and tenderness in his voice, "You are so beautiful when you arrange flowers. Every subtle movement reveals elegance and concentration, which makes me want to keep staring. Your beauty lies not only in your glamorous appearance, but also in your inner love and persistence for life, which makes me deeply attracted to you."

When Lin Qian heard this, a warm current surged in her heart. She turned around and gently leaned into Lu Jingshen's arms. The two smiled at each other, without words, their feelings for each other were already beyond words. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the two of them, immersed in this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere, enjoying their happy time.

Lin Qian's cheeks gradually turned red, and she lowered her head shyly, her eyes gently falling on the bouquet in her hands. The petals danced gently under her skillful hands, as if each flower was given a new soul, blooming more brilliantly.

"Jingshen, you... you suddenly praise me like this, I feel a little embarrassed." Lin Qian's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but full of indescribable sweetness and shyness. She mustered up her courage and secretly glanced at Lu Jingshen, only to see that he was looking at her with an almost pious look, his deep eyes flashing with tenderness and admiration, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating every corner of her heart.

He smiled gently, and that smile was warm and bright, like the sunshine rising in spring, penetrating the mist, filling the whole room, and warming Lin Qian's heart. In this smile, there was both love for her and expectations for the future, which made Lin Qian involuntarily immersed in this gentleness.

"Don't be shy, my baby." Lu Jingshen's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was like a carefully crafted note, falling on Lin Qian's ears and stirring up ripples. "Every word I say is from the heart." His words were gentle and firm, as if he was announcing their love to the world.

He slowly approached Lin Qian from behind, and gently put his hands around her waist. Their bodies were tightly attached to each other, as if they had become an indispensable part of each other's life. His chin gently rested on her shoulder, and his warm breath intertwined with her hair, creating an indescribable atmosphere of intimacy. Lin Qian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and two red clouds appeared on her cheeks.

Feeling Lu Jingshen's gentleness and firmness, Lin Qian finally mustered up the courage to turn around and face the man she loved deeply. Their eyes met in the air, as if they had thousands of words to say but didn't know where to start.

Finally, Lin Qian spoke softly to break the silence: "Shen Jing, can you help me take a look at this bouquet of flowers? How did I arrange it?" Her eyes were shining with anticipation and gratitude, as if she was waiting for an important answer.

Hearing this, Lu Jingshen felt a warm current in his heart. He carefully looked at the bouquet in Lin Qian's hand. It was made up of flowers of various colors, each of which exuded a faint fragrance. The whole bouquet looked harmonious and full of vitality. He gently held Lin Qian's hand, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead affectionately: "Very good, baby. The flowers you arrange are really artistic, just like you, beautiful and unique."

When Lin Qian heard this, a glimmer of surprise and happiness flashed in her eyes: "Really? Husband, do you really think so?" Her voice was full of disbelief and gratitude.

Lu Jingshen smiled and nodded, holding her hand tightly again: "Of course it's true, I have never lied to you, baby."

After saying this, he slowly loosened his arms around her and gently held her busy fingers. There was still a faint scent of flowers and soil on her fingertips, mixed with Lin Qian's unique gentleness and delicacy, which made Lu Jingshen intoxicated.

Lin Qian couldn't help but let out a sweet smile. She continued her flower arranging art with greater concentration, the happiness and satisfaction from the bottom of her heart naturally revealed in every subtle movement.

Seeing this, Lu Jingshen's mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but hug her tighter. "Okay, dear. I see beads of sweat on your forehead. You must be tired, right? Why don't we take a bath together and relax our body and mind?"

Lin Qian nodded gently, her eyes flashing with full expectation and trust in Lu Jingshen. "Okay, I'll listen to you." Her voice was full of tenderness and dependence.