Cheng Qiansu took off his coat and shoes for Lu Yunan, and then took his clothes and walked to the laundry room.

The dress she had carefully chosen for him had now been crumpled and stuffed in a bag like a rag.

There was a clear and dazzling footprint printed on the plain white shirt, and the man stepped on it and was still angry, and he crushed it twice hard, as if he wanted to crush the whole shirt under his feet.

Cheng Qiansu looked at the dazzling footprints, as if she saw Lu Yunan stomping on the shirt under her feet.

She suddenly became a little unwilling, desperately trying to smooth out the wrinkles, and kept pulling the shirt hard, trying to smooth out the marks on it, but she tried her best, but she still couldn't touch the creases on the shirt.

Some things are like their lives, once there are folds, it is difficult to get back to the original state.

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Qiao Duhuan's words failed to come true to her.

The heavy wedding dress adorned with diamonds was finally taken off by herself, and he didn't even look at her from beginning to end.

After casually changing clothes, she immediately went downstairs and began to prepare to cook soup for him.

Cooking for the first time after marriage, Cheng Qiansu still put a lot of thought into it, and even carved two radish flowers for decoration.

When everything was ready, she was ready to go upstairs to call him.

At this time, Lu Yunan was still asleep, Cheng Qiansu half-knelt in front of the bed, looking at the man who was sleeping deeply at this time, his fingers gently swiped from his forehead, carefully but carefully tracing his face, and finally gently stopped on his thin lips.

In fact, Cheng Qiansu rarely had the opportunity to look at Lu Yunan at such a close distance.

In her memory, Lu Yunan was mostly indifferent to her, and she didn't even bother to say a superfluous word to her.

At this time, although he was still stained with the smell of hangover wine, his face was much gentler, and when he closed his eyes, which were always like quenched frost, she seemed to see the man who rescued her by the Yue Lake in the middle of winter that year.

Afraid that he would continue to think wildly, Cheng Qiansu shook his head and was about to open his mouth to call him, but he didn't expect those deep eyes to open suddenly.

The slightly dazed eyes stared at the ceiling above his head for a long time before slowly focusing, and the moment he saw her, Lu Yunan's eyes unexpectedly revealed a strong look of disgust.

Cheng Qiansu didn't expect him to be awake, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

However, Lu Yunan's movements were one step faster than her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the bed, turning over and pressing on her.

The tips of the noses of the two were almost together, Cheng Qiansu looked at the handsome face in front of him, his heart was a little tight, and his hands pressed against his chest, "Lu Yunan...... What do you want to do?"

The man sneered, his fingers touching her waist, "Didn't you keep staring at me just now, and now what are you pretending to be reserved?"

"I ......"

Lu Yunan's hand swam on her curves, and he lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "I heard that you waited for me all night in your wedding dress? ”

It turned out that he was not asleep at all, and he heard all those words.

Cheng Qiansu didn't overdo it, "I know everything." ”

"Since that......'s the case," Lu Yunan raised his eyebrows, "What I didn't do on the wedding night, do you want to make it up to you now?"

The man's warm breath sprayed on her face, and she looked at the thin lips that seemed to kiss in the next second, and she only felt that her breathing was a little tight.