Self-investment

Jian Ling always said that Luo Yimu was not human when she was excited, but in fact she was not human when she was excited. Luo Yimu let her temper torment her all night, and she felt like she had been pumped. , It's cool, lingering and hugging together to breathe, enjoying the peace and quiet of the night, Luo Yimu thought it was over, Jian Ling started to entangle her again, and wanted to do it a second time.

Repeatedly doing it all night, until it was dawn, Jian Ling kissed Luo Yimu's lips, and said good night to her with a smile.

Luo Yimu's legs trembled a little, he frowned and smiled helplessly, "Is this really good night?"

"Can there be any falsehood in what I say? A gentleman's words are hard to follow!"

Luo Yimu squinted, "You said good night five times this night, it's hard to chase four horses, even twenty horses are hard to chase."

Jian Ling laughed frankly, "I'm not a gentleman anyway, and I'll chase after as many horses as I like."

She was half lying on her side with her forehead resting on her forehead, her mouth was full of smiles, she lowered her eyes, and stared at Luo Yimu tactfully, watching the bruises and bruises on the beautiful and slender neck of this flower of the high mountains, which were stamped with her own marks .

It's not just the neck.

Jian Ling glanced down.

Under the quilt, Jian Ling's medals hung all over Luo Yimu's body.

There is also an unspeakable place in it that only Jian Ling can see.

Jian Ling's mouth turned up to Lao Gao, his face was flushed with a kind of smug pride.She stroked the tooth marks on Luo Yimu's side neck, and smiled softly, "Okay, okay, I promise, it's really good night this time, go to sleep, it will be dawn later."

When Luo Yimu closed his eyes, Jian Ling suddenly lowered his head, kissed her ear, and whispered three words.

"I love you."

Luo Yimu's eyes that had just been closed suddenly opened again, even wider than before. She gritted her teeth to suppress the moisture in her eyes, and grabbed Jian Ling's wrist, "Say it again."

"I love you."

"Also say my name."

Jian Ling looked into her eyes, paused every word, "I, Jian Ling, love Luo Yimu."

"Jane Ling loves Luo Yimu, and she only loves Luo Yimu in this life."

Luo Yimu's heart felt as if someone had poured a pot of hot water from top to bottom, trembling for a while, his internal organs, muscles and veins were smooth like never before, and he exhaled a foul breath from his chest, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. I endured it and endured it, and finally I couldn't help turning over and burying my face in the pillow.

The action was too hasty, the bedding was a little loose, and most of the skinny and delicate shoulder blades were exposed.

"Mumu?" Jian Ling tentatively lay on her back, and faintly heard Luo Yimu's hurried nasal voice.

"You... crying?" Jian Ling was stunned, seeing Luo Yimu's shoulder blades shrunk slightly, she involuntarily put her palm on it.

Luo Yimu's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, Jian Ling's warm current flowed down the back of his heart, making Luo Yimu's back tense.

Luo Yimu's heart melted into Jian Ling's fiery confession, he blinked vigorously to wipe away the tears, turned around, hooked Jian Ling's shoulder unexpectedly, pushed her down, kissed her hard, pried open Her lips, rampage.

Jian Ling couldn't breathe after being kissed by her, and protested: "No! I already said good night!"

Luo Yimu's sanity was burned out, so how could he remember good night.

……

The next day, Jian Ling received a blessing on his mobile phone from Xiao Tong, who was half a world away, in four simple words:

[Happy newlyweds]

Not even a punctuation mark.

Jian Ling was funny, thinking that this was quite in line with Xiao Tong's style.

The relationship between Luo Yimu and Su Yanran is still a little awkward. There is basically nothing to talk about when they meet. Jian Ling used to reconcile it. After knowing their past, it doesn't take much effort. Fortunately, Su Yanran also I don't care much.

Jian Ling admired this woman's open-mindedness in her heart, knowing that she couldn't do it to that level, it was more practical to stand firmly on her wife's side.

Luo Kelin's altar of daughter's red wine was in a mess on the wedding day, and he didn't want to open it until the night before Luo Yimu and Jian Ling were going back to Jinling, he opened the wine that had been hidden for more than 30 years.

In front of the whole family, Luo Kelin stood up tremblingly, picked up the wine glass, and said to Luo Yimu, "Xiaomu, Dad owes you a word these years. He wants to save face. He never said it. Today, no matter what, he must say it." .”

Luo Yimu stood up holding the wine glass, feeling a little puzzled.

Luo Kelin bowed to Luo Yimu, Luo Bowen got up to help him, but he stopped him.

He drank the old Huadiao in the cup, his eyes were red, and he said in a low voice, "Xiao Mu, I'm sorry, Dad."

"Dad, the person I'm most sorry for in my life is you."

Luo Yimu's eyes were moved, he raised his head, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The last bit of hatred in my heart is relieved from now on.

Luo Yimu has been stubborn for 30 years, and what he finally waited for was just this sentence.

……

Back in Jinling, life went on as usual, Jian Ling asked Luo Yimu if she wanted to raise a child, Luo Yimu said she wanted to raise a dog.

"What breed do you raise?"

"Sommer."

Jian Ling clapped her hands, "I like Satsuma too!"

So they brought back a purebred little Satsuma, white and fat, walking waddled like a small glutinous rice dumpling, Jian Ling named it Tangyuan.

Luo Yimu watched Xiao Tangyuan rubbing his chubby legs over her own, feeling dazed for a while, feeling that her life had started again at the age of 36.

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