The red wine had already woken up, and slowly poured it into his goblet in his hand, she looked at the glass in front of her, and asked with a smile, "What about mine?"

Wen Yihua sat down next to her: "I know, I really know, you don't know how to drink, so you drink juice today!"

Wang Xueyan supported his chin with his hands, his head shook like a rattle, and the whole person was coquettish: "No, I also want to drink a little wine." ”

He couldn't bear to get her drunk, so he picked up the juice and said, "Good, you drink the juice! Fresh! I don't want you to get drunk!"

"Don't!" she covered her glass to prevent him from pouring the juice, "just throw it away!" The pleading in her little eyes made Wen Yihua's heart soften, and she had to change it to red wine and pour it for her: "Then throw it away!"

Wang Xueyan smiled evilly after succeeding, watched the red wine ripple in his cup, picked up the thin foot of the goblet, and shook it gently: "A painting, dry... Cup!"

Wen Yihua also raised his wine glass and touched her lightly, and the two of them raised their heads and drank the red wine in the glass.

She really can't drink, and after two rounds of small half glasses of red wine, she looks at the painting in front of her and smells it is already a little blurry.

Wen Yihua saw her in the eyes, no longer an intellectual white-collar worker, but a cute and surprising child, he said funny: "Look at you, don't drink, you are drunk!"

She stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead, her already snow-white face, which was flushed because she drank some wine, smiled at him with a confused look, and the whole person was more beautiful than flowers.

She whispered, "Tonight, if you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk! You know what that means, right?"

Such an atmosphere, such a person, such a picture, has already aroused Wen Yihua to the verge of madness, and he knows that he is also self-intoxicated.

He took her words, and his words were already full of tenderness: "I understand! I'm already drunk!" His slender fingers, which were distinctly knuckle, stroked the short hair on her forehead, and there was a strange look in his heart that he couldn't grasp.

Wang Xueyan's eyes were slightly disgusted, with a tender expression, and just as he wanted to speak, he had already lowered his head and kissed a smile on the corner of her mouth!

Suddenly, Wang Xueyan's mind was blank, his heart was beating like thunder, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was gathered on the top of his head.

She struggled slightly, and he reached out to tighten her waist, and the whole person fell into the crook of his arm.

Closing her eyes, her head was a little dizzy, but her heart was clear, and she felt his face gently rubbing against her cheeks.

Warm breaths swirled over her eyelids!

She caressed his chest with both hands, and the fingers that were originally clenched into fists slowly loosened at this moment, and the fingers inadvertently touched the buttons of his shirt, she no longer hesitated, and her fingers twisted slightly, gently unscrewing them.

As soon as her warm fingertips touched his skin, he felt a dark tide swell through his body.

He felt the heat of her cheeks, the kiss between her lips... I don't know how long it took him to kiss before he slowly and reluctantly left her lips.

But I saw her biting the corners of her lips, her white face was dyed with a blush, her cheeks were even more rosy, and her eyes were as bright as the moon in her hands.

Bending over, he put his hand around her waist and forced, a big princess hugged her, and picked her up horizontally.

She lowered her eyes and put her arms around his neck, and leaned over his chest in a hazy ear.

The night was not deep, but there were already shadows of trees in front of the window. Reflected on the curtains, it is like the artist's casual ink.

The dim street lamps shine through the curtains and the thin moonlight shines on the room, making the atmosphere even more beautiful.

That's a fairy couple that anyone envies, so focused, so affectionate.

Wen Yihua hugged Wang Xueyan as gently as possible. The lips kissed her thin shoulders, and one hand pressed her slender waist, inch by inch...

Her hand pressed against his, lingering on her thin lips for a moment, and she heard her say, "Gently..."

His heart rippled, and he took her hand to the place where he was most throbbing, and bowed his head to kiss her softness.

The heat and trembling of her hands made her even more shy.

I don't know how long it took, she felt Wen Yihua bite her ear very gently, and said softly: "Xue Yan, don't be afraid. Come with me!"

When she was immersed in his gentle and thoughtful words, he had become one with her.

At this moment, the cells all over her body were jumping nervously, she couldn't help but hold Wen Yihua's hands tightly, and her beating heart felt the impact of his temptation again and again, and finally turned into the happiness of moving forward.

Her body and mind were filled with a sense of happiness that she had never felt before, and her lips couldn't help but flow with the name that she could not forget in this life: "A painting..."

Wen Yihua hugged her tightly again, the woman who gave her first time to herself. whispered in her ear: "I love you, Xue Yan!

The early morning villa is very quiet, a ray of morning light spills into the villa through the morning mist, sprinkled on the carpet and scattered between the clothes, reflecting the couple who are sleeping in each other's arms.

Hearing a painting, Wang Xueyan's even breathing sound came from her ears, and her hand was on her waist.

He propped up his head to look at her who was still asleep, and gently brushed the hairline around her ear. Her eyelashes moved slightly, she looked up sleepily, looked at him, rubbed her eyes, and withdrew the hand on his waist in a panic.

But Wen Yihua grabbed it, and at the same time stretched his hand under her neck, and once again used his arm as a pillow for her, looking at her eyes, excited and expectant, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

His voice was so tender and indulgent that she almost cried, didn't she want this moment, give him the best!

Sitting in the dining room, the foreman pushed them breakfast, and kept handing her milk, buns, and fruits.

In the envious eyes of the foreman, she couldn't help but snicker, she couldn't help but say, "Don't care about giving me food, okay?

All day long, she was in a complicated mood and let her listen to the arrangement! Eating, walking, tired!

Even when he reads a book, he has to hold Wang Xueyan in his arms. He was reading, and Wang Xueyan was still asleep in his arms.

Last night's painting made her sink more than once, and when she really fell asleep, it was when the stars faded.

Wen Yihua's whole person was immersed in a state of happiness, and if there was anything different, it was that when he turned around, he always felt a gaze following him behind him.

But as soon as he turned around, his gaze would suddenly switch as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, he arranged Chinese food, and the chandelier in the living room was very soft. He almost imagined that this was the true portrayal of their marriage.

He picked up vegetables for her again: "Eat more, you're too thin!" When he said this, he deliberately lowered his voice.

Wang Xueyan pulled the dishes in the bowl and couldn't bear to look at him. She was afraid that she would sink into his eyes and not be able to get out, so she was reluctant to speak.

Who knew that he said in a low voice: "Xue Yan, have you been peeking at me all day? Is your man so good-looking? Yesterday, didn't you see everything?"

There was a song playing in the Bluetooth speaker, and to her, it was like a song, and the melody was so low that she couldn't bear to touch the damage that was about to begin.

She knew she would regret it, but even if she did, she had to say it!

His black pupils were full of hope, his heroic face was soft because of joy, and every perfect facial feature was fascinated by her color! Thinking of his gentle and domineering possession last night, she took a sip of water, and then said with a serious expression: "Yihua, I have something to say to you!"

Wen Yihua sat up straight, and said seriously: "Say! What should I do and what should I not do?

All she felt was a pain in her heart, an indescribable and uncontrollable pain. She forced herself to say the cruelest words in front of her lover: "We should be separated!"

Her face was still fair, because the lethality and backlash of the words she said were too strong, making her whole face tense and tight, and the whole person was as cold as fireworks that did not eat the world.

Wen Yihua thought she was joking, yes, it must be so! His smile condensed at the corner of his lips: "Xue Yan, it's too much!"

But the next words he heard made it feel like someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his heart was cold from the inside out.

"I'm serious, a painting!" Wang Xueyan told herself more than once not to cry, but it was useless, she just wanted to cry, in the face of the man she loved the most, she had to break with him ruthlessly, how could she not cry.

Wen Yihua got up in a panic, but hit the corner of the table, Wang Xueyan immediately walked towards him nervously: "Did you hit it?"

He smiled with relief, raised his hand and pinched her face: "I knew you were teasing me!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Xueyan rubbed his feet while tears rained down, saying the words she once said: "Yihua, I love you, not only because of your appearance, but also because of the way I look by your side! However, we really can't be together! Because we can't be so selfish." You can't ignore the feelings of your loved ones because of your own happiness!"

Wen Yihua realized that she was not joking, her smooth face was full of sadness, her eyes showed strong reluctance, and at the same time she felt the emotions she was desperately suppressing.

Realizing this, he began to tremble, and his voice trembled: "Xue Yan, is it just because my aunt is against it?"

"No, no!" Wang Xueyan struggled to get up, holding his handsome face with both hands: "If we are together, my mother will bear the pressure that we can't let go of for the rest of my life! I don't have a father anymore, I can't live without my mother anymore! When she had an accident, I watched her lying in the intensive care unit, and I was really afraid of losing her." She is my only relative. I love you, I am willing to give you all I have! Even if I can't be with you, I love you! You have to believe me, one painting!"

She looked into his eyes in a daze, as black as ink: "If I leave you, I will think of you for the rest of my life!"