Xue'er hopes that she will always be eighteen-year-old, because in her heart, an eighteen-year-old woman is like a budding flower, and that is when a flower is the most attractive.

For she was waiting, waiting for the one who knew how to appreciate her to come, waiting for her to bloom, to pity her withering, waiting for her to bear fruit, but still remembering all her sacrifices.

Women are like flowers, and flowers are like women.

Women spend their lives looking for people who understand, cherish, and pity flowers, waiting for a vigorous or long-lasting love.

And what about flowers?

In this world, only people like Daiyu who cherish flowers will build a flower mound for those withered flowers, and how many men are willing to pity their beloved women, no matter how flowers bloom, they will never leave for a lifetime?

Xue'er only saw the burning in Xuanyuan Che's eyes, avoiding her gaze, but she couldn't erase the gloom in the depths of her heart no matter what.

Singing about wine, life is geometric, tonight is the moment for her to bloom, even if Xuanyuan Che will forget this moment after many years, she herself must remember it deeply in her heart.

When the strong love is no longer there, it is better to take it out and dry it to taste the sweet and sour taste.

"Has Cher adapted to life here these days?" Xuanyuan Che is a little drunk, I don't know if it's a drunk person, or the person is too beautiful, the atmosphere is too charming, or the moonlight is blurred, at the right time and the right person spend the moon before the moon, it is the most proud moment for every man!

Xue'er drank a few glasses of wine, and all the tastes in her heart disappeared with the wind, leaving only a faint expectation.

"Fortunately, with my relatives by my side, I slowly got used to it.

What's more, the younger brothers I care about the most are here, and I don't have any worries anymore, and I haven't thanked you for this matter yet. Her autumn-like eyes hurriedly glanced at Xuanyuan Che, and then said: "Of course, there is also the companionship and accommodation of the third brother, it would be hypocritical for me not to adapt to it!" ”

Her answer seemed to be expected by Xuanyuan Che, and he was satisfied, and did not express an opinion, just nodded with a smile.

"Such a home, can Cher like it?

Before, the palace was relatively monotonous, I think Cher likes flowers and the charm of nature, so it has been slowly changed to this in recent years!

And the roses on that wall, which I brought for you, I intended to surprise you, but unfortunately it was not yet time to really bloom. His eyes were blazing, and his low voice was particularly sexy in such an ambiguous atmosphere.

Perhaps he himself knew that he deliberately showed off his tail in front of the woman he liked like a peacock.

"I like it, thank you, third brother." There is no woman who doesn't like romance, even if it's a more realistic Xue'er, she can't help but be moved by what Xuanyuan Che has done for her.

"I saw you for the first time under the cherry blossom tree, so I chose to marry you at this time, I calculated, the time of the wedding is the moment when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom in Changhai County, and when it comes to the wedding of you and me in Beijing, it is also the season of cherry blossoms here."

He took Xue'er's hand and said emotionally: "In my eyes, cherry blossoms are also the love flowers of you and me, and they are more beautiful than roses." ”

The most beautiful thing in this world is love words, and reason is like Xue'er is also submerged in it, she stares at the man in front of her, with a little bead in her eyes, and she is speechless.

Xuanyuan Che picked Xue'er up, causing her to exclaim.

Shamefully buried his pretty face in his chest, and his heartbeat was like a drum in his ears, and slowly the pulse of the two people became a frequency.

The stars in the sky are innumerable, and the vast starry sky is deep and boundless, and at this moment it suddenly becomes more brilliant, as if it is also celebrating the pair of fireworks who disappeared into the attic.

The hibiscus tent warms up for the spring night, but I don't know that there is a man standing under the stars in the distance, looking at the north from afar.

His figure is so lonely, just like the boundless ice and snow world in the winter of the Northland.

No one cares about his thoughts at the moment, and no one knows how lonely and lonely he is at the moment.

Love is sometimes a lonely journey, and you can't predict whether there will be a happy ending.

Xuanyuan Desert at such a moment.

His persistence has only become his stubbornness, and he is accompanied only by the boundless lonely night.

The night is late, the tears of the red candle have been drained, the hibiscus tent is still rippling, the low cry for mercy is swallowed up again, in the face of an old man who has been plain for a long time, all the weakness can only become his proud capital.

It wasn't until the horizon was about to turn white that the hibiscus tent stopped, and the little lady who had transformed into a woman had already fallen asleep tiredly.

And the man curled the corners of his mouth and hugged his beloved woman before falling asleep sweetly.

No one came to disturb the sleeping two people that morning, and they all stayed away from here, tiptoeing to do things quietly.

This day is what Xuanyuan Che has been looking forward to for a long time, so why not Qiao'er and a few maids have been looking forward to it for a long time?

In the middle of the day, Cher was the first to wake up, and she only felt as if she had been crushed by something.

It took a long time for Xue'er to remember what happened last night, and she turned her head through gritted teeth, staring at the sleeping man with unkind eyes, her heart was full of indignation.

She doesn't understand anymore, and she also knows that a woman who breaks melons for the first time can't be greedy, but now she only feels pain, but the throbbing taste can't be recalled.

The sleeping Xuanyuan Che's facial features were very soft, much more real than when he smiled.

This man loves to laugh, laughs happily, laughs sadly, laughs angrily, laughs angrily, laughs even more angrily, but Xue'er only thinks that it is the mask he is wearing.

Perhaps people who are in the royal family are born to learn to live with masks.

It's that Xuanyuan Mo lives more realistically, at least in front of her, he lives himself and lives a real life.

How could she think of Xuanyuan Mo at this time?

Blinking, looking carefully at the face in front of her, she had never looked at Xuanyuan Che so closely, his eyelashes were very thick and dense, just like his eyebrows, they were all so dark and long.

His nose is very firm, like a towering mountain, which makes his facial features appear more three-dimensional and more masculine.

When his eyes are opened, they are like mandarin ducks and ducks, and he is born with a seductive charm.

When closed, it is a little narrow, like two crooked crescents.

His mouth is particularly sexy, the curvature of his lips echoes most people's aesthetics, and his moist lips are pink in color, fleshy, and if they grow on a woman, they must not use lip grease.

His chin is a little square, his Adam's apple is a little big, and his lines are beautiful, like the beautiful men in the comics.

Xuanyuan Che's shoulders are very broad, her arms are very warm, and her eight-pack abs are extremely sexy, but unfortunately she can't see it under the brocade quilt at the moment.