She shuddered, instinctively trying to back off. And he clasped her cheek tightly, took her bottom lip deeply, and slowly reached into her lips.

Lan Qingchuan breathed uncomfortably for a moment, but he couldn't move, most of his sleepiness disappeared, and Huo Di opened his eyes.

Ou Yanzhe saw the pair of defenseless pale black eyes, moist, gentle, confused, and after Qingming, he gradually became vigilant, vigilant, and resistant.

He smiled slowly, looked away from his lips, and called her "Madame."

Lan Qingchuan was stunned for a while, and then he seemed to remember what day it was. She pushed his arm across his face, and the rosiness of his face faded a little, revealing a pale and helpless vulnerability.

Her hand was trapped in a ring, and the diamonds on it glowed at night. She squinted her eyes, and when she unloaded some force, she was unexpectedly lifted away from the chair by him.

"I'm too thin, I need to eat more." He easily hugged her as big a person, but his tone was like explaining to a child. Lan Qingchuan was dissatisfied and struggled to come down: "You let go of me." ”

The night is already deep, and the richly decorated interior still retains the Renaissance dome frescoes, no matter how warm and beautiful the decoration is, as long as you raise your eyes, you can feel the solemnity and solidity of the surroundings. She didn't think she could sleep well, let alone having an Ou Yanzhe by her side.

Ou Yanzhe looked like he was a little drunk, and his dark blue eyes were surprisingly bright. He put her on the bed and leaned closer to kiss her, Lan Qingchuan frowned, rejecting his alcoholic lips.

She tilted her head, but Ou Yanzhe didn't force it, her eyes seemed to be smiling. He was silent for a moment, and then went out.

Lan Qingchuan was in the empty room, indifferently looking at the patterns on the bedpost. Time was flowing so slowly that she could feel the sound of her heartbeat clearly, and it grew more and more unbearable.

Ou Yanzhe came back in a while, wearing gray-blue striped pajamas with hot moisture on his body. He sat on the bed, close to her, and raised his hand to touch her eye sockets.

They looked at her, his eyes were clear, and he looked at her with longing, as if he could split her into his belly and merge her into his bones and blood in the next moment.

She pursed her lips, took his hot wet hand, and looked away, she chose to run away, she didn't want to face him.

"I'm going to take a shower."

After speaking, he got up, and the dragging skirt bloomed like a flower. Her steps were hurried, as if she were running.

Ou Yanzhe withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

By the time Lan Qingchuan came back, he had already slept. Ou Yanzhe looked obviously tired, and he was asleep, and his eyebrows were also fixed. She dried her hair and sat beside him for a long time before going to bed.

The night was cold, chilling to the bone. Her pajamas were the same as his, thin silk, knee-high, with two legs like fine snow below. She was glad that Ou Yanzhe had fallen asleep, otherwise she didn't know how to face him.

She found it weird and ridiculous. Before the wedding, they were still unfamiliar people. And after the wedding, they will become the most intimate couple, become inseparable relatives, and rely on each other.

But she couldn't make friends with him, and they had different dreams in the same bed.

Lan Qingchuan covered him with a thin quilt, and she covered another one, she turned off the bedside lamp and lay down, and in the silence she could hear his shallow breathing.

She closed her eyes for a long time before falling asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining. She opened her eyes to see a man's chest. She was taken aback, and when she raised her eyes, Ou Yanzhe lowered her eyes slightly, supported herself with one hand, and propped her elbows on the pillow, obviously awake.