Feng Ling likes Qin Que, just like she liked Yuan Zheng in high school, they are all prescient and deep-rooted.

It's just that she is immature when she likes Yuan Zheng, and after she likes Qin Que, she can be the master of her feelings, and she is willing to take the initiative to retreat when she can't get it.

But when she touched the brink of an engagement opportunity, she felt that there was nothing wrong with indulging in it again.

At that time, I thought that as long as Qin Que agreed to be engaged to her, he subconsciously accepted her feelings and accepted her.

It wasn't until after they got engaged that reality shattered Feng Ling's beautiful illusions, and she truly realized that Qin Que really had no love for her.

There is respect for the fiancée, but not the affection of a couple, nor the passion between a man and a woman.

He sometimes behaved too gentlemanly, at least for Feng Ling.

He was reluctant to try to be intimate with her.

After the wedding ceremony, Feng Ling followed Qin Que back to the wedding room. Qin Que did not live with the Qin family after he got married, he had his own house, a duplex apartment in the city.

The apartment was decorated with dazzling red, and as soon as Feng Ling entered the door, the newlywed atmosphere came to her face.

She was a little shy, but Qin Que's face was always calm and light, squatted down, and found a pair of women's slippers in the shoe cabinet for her.

"Be careful."

Seeing Feng Ling wearing high heels, Qin Que stretched out his arm and asked her to help her change shoes.

Looking down at her high heels with lace-ups, Feng Ling was able to change her shoes by herself, but she rarely lied to him, held Qin Que's arm and whispered: "The heel is worn out, and I can't squat." ”

Before this, Qin Que didn't have the consciousness to help her change her shoes, and he didn't bow down until he saw Feng Ling's red and worn heels.

"I'll take you to the couch to change."

After greeting her in advance, Qin Que touched Feng Ling's body and picked her up.

From liking Yuan Zheng in high school to liking Qin Que later, Feng Ling has never succeeded in chasing a man, so naturally there are no other feelings during this period, not even a first love.

She had never had intimate contact with a man, and at this time, just being carried to the sofa by Qin Que, she felt a kind of blushing and heartbeat-hearted girl's heartbeat, as if she was still sixteen or seventeen years old.

Qin Que gently lowered her, knelt on one knee on the floor, and carefully untied the straps of her high heels. When he took off his shoes, he saw that the skin behind her feet had been torn and red.

"Put a waterproof band-aid on it after disinfection, and you go to the shower."

The man's cold voice was mixed with a hint of concern, and at this time, Feng Ling couldn't tell whether he was polite or the husband's unique care for his wife.

Sitting quietly on the sofa and waiting, Feng Ling rarely didn't babble like before.

Qin Que quickly took the medicine box, squatted in front of her, and wiped her wounds with disinfectant water. It was not painful when it was disinfected, but Feng Ling's wound had been grinding for a day, and there was no skin in some places, and there was a sharp pain after being rubbed by a cotton swab.

"Ah......h

She gasped, her instep straightened, and a squeamish grunt escaped from her throat.

There was suddenly such an ambiguous voice in the quiet bedroom, Feng Ling instantly began to feel embarrassed, her pink cheeks quickly flushed, and she closed her mouth.

Qin Que's lips curled up when he heard this, and he didn't say anything, but his reaction made Feng Ling feel that he had said a thousand words.

"Alright."

After dealing with Feng Ling's wounds, Qin Que packed up the things he had used and put them in place.

Watching Qin Que walk in front of him, Feng Ling sat on the sofa with a feeling of loss, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say to him who had just confirmed his new relationship.

There are two bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, Qin Que pointed out the way to Feng Ling before going upstairs: "This is the bathroom, this is the bedroom, and there are your clothes in the wardrobe." ”

Feng Ling has never been to the wedding room, but her luggage has been sent over.

She nodded, her eyes reluctantly watching Qin Que turn around and go upstairs.

The first floor was quiet, Feng Ling got up, and moved into the bedroom with small steps. Opening the wardrobe, it was indeed her own clothes, and she picked out a creamy lace nightdress with a silk texture from it.

Entering the bathroom, Feng Ling didn't care about the band-aids on her feet, so she didn't take a bath, but simply took a shower. She had undergone professional skin care before her wedding, and now her skin is more delicate and smooth.

After changing into a nightdress, Feng Ling came out of the bathroom with her long blow-dried hair.

Unexpectedly, she spent too much time in the bathroom, and when she came out, she bumped into Qin Que sitting on the sofa, looking at her phone.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, he slowly lifted his eyelashes.

Obviously, the other party's eyes were flat and unwavering, but Feng Ling was still a little shy by him, and she pulled the thick long curls behind her shoulders, and she placed them in front of her to cover the slender shoulders and necks that were a little fair.

Getting closer, Feng Ling coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment, and her voice became clear: "Shouldn't we sleep?" ”

Now that it has passed midnight, Feng Ling used to be a god who stayed up late, but on the wedding night, she wanted to have something to do with Qin Que. She will be thirty years old in a few years, and she has emotional needs for her husband, and there is nothing to shy away from.

Qin Que got up at this time, walked over with his mobile phone, and glanced at Feng Ling's feet.

"It's okay." Feng Ling smiled, looking well-behaved: "I used to grind my feet a lot, but tomorrow will be fine." ”

Qin Que looked up at her: "Do you often wear high heels all the time?" ”

If he remembered correctly, Feng Ling always wore high heels in front of him, and there were few changes throughout the year.

When asked about this kind of question, Feng Ling felt that men and women think differently, and said in a natural tone: "Because of beauty, I like to wear high heels." ”

She's not short, and she's even slightly taller among girls. But she just has this single-minded aesthetic and likes all styles of high heels.

Qin Que maintained a respectful attitude towards this love for women, didn't say much, and followed her into the bedroom.

The bedroom has a large bed, and two people can lie on it, and the distance between them can be almost a meter. But Feng Ling felt that they were too far apart, which made them even more estranged when they were not close.

Even, Qin Que had no intention of coming to her.

After standing still for two minutes, Feng Ling still didn't wait for Qin Que's initiative. In the next second, she turned around, pointed in the direction of Qin Que, and took the initiative to speak: "Today is our wedding night." ”

So, isn't it time for a beautiful story to happen?

But Qin Que just hummed: "Happy newlywed." ”

“……”

Feng Ling had a strong feeling that Qin Que at this time was very similar to when she chased him in the early years. At that time, he could always find the language to prevaricate her, perfectly blocking her attacks.

Not satisfied, she shifted in his direction, not touching him, but the distance between the two quickly narrowed.

"So we're married?"

There were no headlights in the room, only a bedside lamp was turned on in the direction of Qin Que's head, and the yellow atmosphere decorated the bedroom a little ambiguously.

Qin Que paused and said, "It's not a formal marriage, but our relationship is different from other people who are married, and I need time to cultivate a relationship." ”

Of course, he is a man of good blood and can have sex with her tonight.

But that's not what he promised to marry.

(End of chapter)