please feel my love

The second time he slept with Yan Shanlan, Fu Sirong had a long-lost dream.

He dreamed that he was standing in a square, people coming and going around kept looking at him, and his ears were full of noisy voices.

The unfamiliar environment made Fu Sirong in the dream panic for no reason, looking around to see where it was, but was blocked by the crowd.

Some people asked him strange questions, and some people came to pull him.

Suddenly a petite figure emerged from the crowd and ran up to Fu Sirong.

"You are here."

The petite man took Fu Sirong's hand and led him away from the crowd.

His hands were soft, but Fu Sirong woke up from the dream before he could see his face clearly.

Fu Sirong opened his eyes, and his head automatically recalled the dream just now.

He vaguely remembered that such a thing happened when he was a child, but he couldn't remember who was holding his hand.

Since I don't remember, it must be some unimportant person.

Fu Sirong lay down for a while, the ceiling in front of him seemed to be shaking, he wanted to rub his eyes, but when he raised his hand, he was held back again.

He sat up and found that he was holding Yan Shanlan's hand.

I don't know if it's because he didn't let go of the hand before going to bed, or because it was a subconscious movement in the dream, Fu Sirong, who was troubled by the dream, felt better for no reason.

Yan Shanlan's hand is different from that of the man in the dream.

His hands were cold, the skin was thin and slippery, and he could feel the raised bones in his palm.

Fu Sirong played with Yan Shanlan's hand for a while, rubbed his fingertips against the base of his fingers, and adjusted the crooked ring back to its proper position.

Yan Shanlan slept very deeply, unlike the light sleep that he leaned against the car window after finishing work, Fu Sirong didn't wake him up after playing for a long time.

After being married for so long, this is the second time he slept beside Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong propped his chin to admire Yan Shanlan's sleeping face for a while, then brushed away the broken hair that fell on the bridge of his nose, revealing the shallow mole.

The soft hair tip swept across the skin, and Yan Shanlan snorted softly in his sleep, and scratched the bridge of his nose while turning over.

With his back to Fu Sirong, he rolled up the quilt to wrap himself up.

Fu Sirong didn't bother him anymore, and helped him cover his exposed shoulders, and got out of bed softly.

It was very late last night, and the sun was already fully up when Fu Sirong got up.

He went to the balcony to blow the wind for a while, and returned to the room when he regained consciousness.

When passing the double bed, Fu Sirong stopped.

The book Yan Shanlan read last night was still on the bedside table and was not put away.

Fu Sirong walked to the bedside table, looked at the title of the book printed on the white cover, and gently stroked the edge of the book with his fingers.

He didn't care what the book was called or what story it told, but he couldn't help but want to open his heart.

In this book, there are photos that are exactly the same as Yan Shanlan's phone wallpaper.

With Yan Shanlan's personality, he would not just take a picture as a wallpaper that he can see every day.

Fu Sirong guessed that that person might be very important to him.

He hesitated, and his nails scratched the corner, leaving an unclear scratch.

The prying heart was at work, but Fu Sirong didn't open the book, and didn't look at who the photos in it were.

He stopped before prying into Yan Shanlan's privacy.

Spying is addictive, Fu Sirong didn't want to be a despicable villain, he waited for Yan Shanlan to tell himself.

For the time being, Fu Sirong kept the matter of the photo in his heart, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

He washed his face and closed his eyes to touch the towel hanging on the shelf. Before he could touch it, a soft towel was stuffed in his hand.

Fu Sirong dried his face, opened his eyes and saw Yan Shanlan who was leaning against the door and yawning.

His hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a shirt that didn't belong to him, with fresh bite marks on his collarbone protruding from the collar.

Fu Sirong threw away the towel, and stretched out his hand to smooth his sleepy hair, "You can sleep for a while."

"Can't sleep." Yan Shanlan's voice still had a nasal sound that hadn't woken up.

Fu Sirong carried him to bed, "I'll accompany you."

The two of them were sticky and intimate for a while, Yan Shanlan's sleepiness disappeared, and the sleep that had been agreed upon turned into morning exercise again.

The cruise ship had to sail at sea for two full days before arriving in Denmark. The journey was very boring. There were a lot of recreational facilities specially prepared on board, but Yan Shanlan didn't go to any of them.

The young Alpha is full of energy, and he can't wait to grow up with Omega even if he has meat.

It's someone like Fu Sirong who is as restrained as he is, and he is even more demanding when he gets tacit approval during the honeymoon period.

Yan Shanlan was hugged from behind by Fu Sirong, the Chuanzi muscles on his lower abdomen arched a beautiful arc, and the fine sweat glistened in the sun, like the scales of a mermaid.

Omega's body structure makes them destined not to have the strong physique of Alpha, but Yan Shanlan's body is not only a little thinner, but the shape of muscles is perfect.

There were rose-colored marks on his waist and chest. Fu Sirong's hand moved along his lower abdomen to his chest, and his plump and elastic muscles trembled slightly under Fu Sirong's touch.

"Lan Lan." Fu Sirong kissed the arched butterfly bone on his back, "The boat will dock in a while, do you want to go down for a walk?"

Yan Shanlan hid up on tiptoe, but was pressed down by Fu Sirong again.

He panted with his head up, and there was an indistinct answer in his throat.

The boat didn't dock until afternoon.

The temperature in Denmark is very low in spring, and Yan Shanlan deliberately wore a light gray sweater and short windbreaker to cover up his traces.

When getting off the boat, Fu Sirong was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he wrapped a scarf around him.

The two walked from the pier all the way to the city.

This time, the port they docked at was Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark. The historic metropolis is very prosperous. Yan Shanlan and Fu Sirong walked around and passed various luxury brand shops, and finally entered a tea shop.

This tea shop is a brand used by the European royal family. From the signboard to the interior decoration, it is full of British style.

Glass bottles filled with tea are placed on the beige booth for people to visit, and exquisitely packaged tea gift boxes and tea sets are placed in the window, marked with high prices, waiting to be selected.

Yan Shanlan walked around the store, and his eyes fell on the tea set in the window.

It was a whole set of English bone china tea set with brocade roses. The enamel color was bright and lively, the handle was made in the style of rose vines, and the cup mouth and the outer edge of the tray were painted with gold edges, which was gorgeous and luxurious.

Beside it, there is also a blue iris tea set with the same design style.

Yan Shanlan looked at it for a long time, Fu Sirong stood beside him and asked, "Do you like roses or irises?"

"I like them all." Yan Shanlan subconsciously said, and then looked up at Fu Sirong.

Fu Sirong met his gaze and smiled, "Then buy them all."

"I have a set of white ones at home, and I bought too many to waste." Yan Shanlan helplessly stopped Fu Sirong's extravagant and wasteful actions.

The white bone china tea set at home is also made by the designer of this brand. The outer edge of the cup is carved with fine patterns, and the white handle is carved with delicate patterns.

Yan Shanlan remembered it very clearly, because the first time he went to Fu's house, the housekeeper brought him that set.

He looked at the exquisite tea sets in the window, and was rarely entangled.

Seeing Yan Shanlan's frown, Fu Sirong asked the clerk to bring out a teacup each.

"Try." He handed two teacups to Yan Shanlan.

Yan Shanlan picked up the iris teacup, and then touched the rose's.

He was holding the cup and standing under the lamp, his slender fingers slid over the mouth of the cup, like a calm and elegant nobleman.

Fu Sirong looked at it for a while, took the rose teacup from Yan Shanlan's hand, and handed it to the clerk, "That's all."

"Is the iris not pretty?" Yan Shanlan asked him.

Fu Sirong was swiping his card, and he smiled when he heard this.

"I want to send you roses."

He heard from Ke Ye that Yan Shanlan's studio had thrown roses many times, and once they were just delivered, they were thrown into the trash can.

Ke Ye guessed that Yan Shanlan didn't like roses, but Fu Sirong clearly remembered that when he was at home, Yan Shanlan often sat under the rose pergola in the greenhouse, looking up at the drooping buds.

Yan Shanlan likes roses, and Fu Sirong also wanted to give him roses. He threw away flowers before, so the person who gave them must have disliked him.

That's why Fu Sirong asked him what he liked, to test whether he hated himself.

After confirming that Yan Shanlan would not be disgusted, Fu Sirong chose the rose teacup with confidence. This was the first time he officially gave a gift to Yan Shanlan other than the wedding ring.

He doesn't know who Yan Shanlan has in mind, but he will definitely try to squeeze the other party out.

After Fu Sirong paid, he and Yan Shanlan stood in front of the counter and waited for the clerk to pack the tea sets.

The two were discussing where to have dinner later, Yan Shanlan's cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was from his mother, Yan Chu, asking when he would be home for dinner.

Yan Shanlan told them before that he would come to Europe for honeymoon and would take Fu Sirong back to meet them.

It's only been three days, and Yan Chu couldn't wait any longer.

"When will we arrive in Rotterdam?" Yan Shanlan asked Fu Sirong while replying to the message.

Fu Sirong thought for a while and said, "Four days later, I will arrive in Norway the morning after tomorrow."

Yan Shanlan leaned on Fu Sirong's shoulder and showed him the chat records with his mother, "Mother asked us if we want to go back for a meal, it's in Rotterdam."

"Can I go?" Fu Sirong checked the chat records carefully, confirming that his name was on it.

He asked nervously, "Isn't it good to go empty-handed? What do they like?"

Putting one hand on his back, Yan Shanlan pointed to the blue iris flower tea set in the window, and said, "Help me wrap this one too."

The clerk took out the iris tea sets one by one, and Fu Sirong handed over the cards very graciously.

"Is it because of this that you said you were going to Holland?"

"Well, I haven't seen my mother for a long time, and I kind of miss them." Yan Shanlan said, pulling down the scarf around his neck a little.

The heating in the store is very strong, and he is a little hot wearing a scarf.

Without the cover of the scarf, Yan Shanlan's neck became cooler, and the light-colored mark Fu Sirong left on it was directly exposed to everyone's sight.

The clerk knew that they were a couple, and when he saw the hickey, he showed a loving smile.

Fu Sirong, who also saw the hickey, felt hot on his face, grabbed both ends of the scarf, and wrapped Yan Shanlan even tighter.

Fortunately, there were still four days before he would arrive in Rotterdam, and the marks would have disappeared by then, otherwise he would not know how to explain the marks on Yan Shanlan to his mother-in-law.