"You..."

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For a woman, the best way to repay her gratitude can only be to make a promise.

But it came too quickly.

Hongchen couldn't help but pull Spitfire in, and then closed the door.

She looked a little naughty and said, "You have promised me, you can't go back!"

Spitfire should have expected this to be the case, and if he was a seasoned love master, he might not be able to wait for such a thing.

But for him, it is too subversive and impactful.

A few days ago, they just slept together peacefully, and they never thought that they would take the initiative to dedicate themselves today.

He couldn't quite understand Hongchen's thoughts.

"But you didn't say it, it was..."Feihuo actually blushed to himself, he didn't expect Hongchen to be so active, "We haven't really married yet..."

"But I don't care, you said it, I'm your wife!" Hongchen lowered his head and said: "Concubine, only this, there is nothing else to give!"

"I also want to leave more weight in your heart, so that you don't have the distractions of suicide!"

Spitfire didn't know what to say, he would come back sooner or later this day, no matter how he avoided it, if he was a normal man, there would be no reason to refuse.

"To live up to it?"

He didn't know how to refuse, and if he wanted to refuse, he shouldn't have agreed to marry Hongchen in the first place.

Most likely, he still had this idea in his heart.

"How beautiful it would be for such a woman to be my family?"

Before he could think too much, Hongchen had already thrown himself into his arms.

Hongchen's size is smaller than Feihuo, even if Feihuo's body size is not a very strong type, but it can still hug Hongchen into his arms.

Protect her with broad arms.

Hongchen was trembling slightly, and her determination was actually an uncertainty about Spitfire.

"I'm still afraid, you even gave me a weapon for self-defense, I'm really worried, are you already ready for something!"

Spitfire didn't dare to push away the red dust, and he couldn't push it away.

Not so long ago, he couldn't even let a woman get even half an inch close to him.

But now, he's able to confront it head-on.

It's a metamorphosis.

He accepted it.

Feihuo's hands gently hugged Hongchen's back.

The woman's aroma came from the pavement, which made Feihuo feel a little trance.

None of this feels real, it's like a dream.

Things he never thought of, in fact, are happening one by one under his efforts.

It seems to have been specially prepared for him.

Whether it is Beesao, or Jiangdu, or Xiaomeng, and finally Hongchen, and then the current Ruan Ruan.

and Qingwen, who he can't touch.

This is a grand trial, but no one knows what the meaning of this trial is.

But in addition to these meanings, Spitfire has grown step by step.

He had thought that killing could solve everything, and that his hands could open up a new path.

But the difficulties and dangers suppressed him again and again, making his heart burst out.

And now, one of the most beautiful women in the world, in his arms, trembled gently.

It is not only a gift from God, but also an unshirkable responsibility.

"Hmm!"

Spitfire only said one word, and he knew he wouldn't be able to refuse.

He gently picked up Hongchen, Hongchen's body was a little heavy, but it was very textured.

Hongchen blushed and didn't dare to say a word.

I'm afraid that any word will break all thoughts.

Feihuo gently put Hongchen on the bed, Hongchen's crimson face twitched, and his scarlet lips lightly opened, and then said a few words:

"Tonight, all we need is a quilt!"

"Hmm!" was the young man's second word, and he didn't even know what words to use to describe his inner impulse.

But he is bound to fulfill this unshirkable responsibility to the end.

He just took off his coat and lay down on the bed as well.

He has no experience in this situation, and he is not familiar with it.

Hongchen smiled, and she gently grabbed Feihuo's hand and pulled him into the quilt.

"Ah Li, thank you!" this is Hongchen's gratitude again, but the meaning has changed.

"I'm so happy to be your Ruan Ruan!" she said from the bottom of her heart.

"Hmm!" Feihuo finally spoke, "Be your Ah Li, and I will be the same!"

The faint candle flame gradually went out, and there was a different atmosphere around it.

A faint aroma gently fills the room.

The night was not long, but it was whispered from time to time.

She became a wife, and he became a husband.

Growing up as a boy may not be simple, it may be simple.

That kind of opportunity is fleeting, and there is no trace left.

The night was very long, until both of them were a little exhausted, and they fell asleep lightly.

Spitfire had never felt something so beautiful and so grand.

But the woman who fell asleep on his side had taught him this.

In other words, it is the process of two people who don't know anything to explore together.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

It was already the second half of the night outside the window, and this toss in the middle of the night was actually the first time.

Thinking of this, Spitfire felt even more pity for the woman next to him.

"If only I had met you earlier!" Feihuo couldn't help but think, but when he thought of Qingwen, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

"I'm by your side now!" Hongchen woke up gently from a shallow sleep, and stroked Spitfire's scarred chest with some distress.

Her man has experienced many deaths, and even has the last resort to survive as a creed.

But from today onwards, she hopes that Spitfire can live seriously.

"Ah Li, from today onwards, don't say anything like death again!" Hongchen leaned on Feihuo's shoulder again and said, "Whether I am your main room or your concubine, I don't want you to die!"

"Hmm!" Spitfire perked up, his thoughts were so much that they became a burden.

He took a deep breath and half-jokingly said to Hongchen on the side: "This long night is long, do you want me to accompany you for a while?"

Hongchen blushed, and the young man, who was very shy in the first half of the night, was already able to make such a joke.

She nodded slightly.

All sorrow, at least at this time, is nothing.

"Nine times out of ten, those who are unsatisfactory in life are blushing, drinking and singing together, hugging and sleeping, and finally dreaming, and there is no place to go!"