One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Three Will We Still Love Each Other? (I)

His voice was a little darker, and his deep eyes looked at her in a complicated way, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhao Chuning shook his head, "It's all right, it hasn't hurt for a long time. However, Cheng Zheng should not be fully recovered yet, you hit him too hard that day."

Tang Yi frowned, "Don't mention him."

"Okay, then don't mention him. Let's talk about us." Zhao Chuning lowered her eyes and looked at the hand he was still holding. She felt the warmth in his palm, and her heart was also a little warm. Now thinking back, the opportunities for the two of them to really get along peacefully like this are very few and far between.

"Tang Yi..." She slowly raised her head and looked at him, her eyes were ups and downs, and under the light, the shimmering light was shining, very charming, "One day...may we fall in love, or, do you still think that the word 'love' is particularly scary?"

Tang Yi's heart was surging, he grabbed her chin, pulled her face over, and kissed her deeply and lingeringly. She originally thought that he was trying to escape by kissing her, but halfway through the kiss, she heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Your EQ is not much higher than mine."

Hearing his words, her hand on his shoulder unconsciously tightened a little, and she looked at him inquiringly. She wanted to see the feelings she expected from his eyes.

In fact, her EQ was not low, but she had been expecting for a long time and had been disappointed a lot, so she dared not expect some things anymore, and was afraid that it would be a waste of time.

Tang Yi did not give her the opportunity to continue exploring, but replaced their conversation with a more lingering kiss. He was a proud man and never knew how to express himself. Rather than "saying", he preferred to do it.

His big hand reached into her clothes, and the kiss lingered from her lips all the way down to her neck.

Her cell phone was ringing wildly.

She was distracted and begged to answer the phone. Tang Yi became angry, picked her up from the sofa, turned around and pressed her against the sofa, and neatly and skillfully pulled her pants down to her knees.

She was shaking all over, and before she could breathe more smoothly, she held her chin and turned her face to kiss her deeply again. This time, he kissed much harder than before. He sucked her soft tongue tip, eagerly as if he wanted to swallow her tongue root. Zhao Chuning was hurt by the kiss, but there was an indescribable sense of comfort rising up between the pain, making her legs weak.

However, the harder she endured, the more sensitive her body became.

He turned her over again, and before he could even take off their clothes, he lifted her slender legs and hooked them around his waist, lifted her hips, and rammed into her.

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It was really too long to endure,

Moreover, this time was different from the past, this time she really belonged to him, his woman, his wife, so this time the love was more enjoyable and hearty than any previous time.

It lasted much longer than usual.

It was obviously winter, but the two of them were sweating.

Zhao Chuning sat softly on the sofa, without any strength at all. On the carpet, her clothes and his were thrown randomly.

Tang Yi picked her up and walked upstairs. She was quiet and unable to say anything, just resting her head on his shoulder.

The feeling today was very different from usual. After finishing with him in the past, although her body was satisfied, her heart was empty, painful, bitter and lost. That kind of empty feeling can never be satisfied by sex. Even hugging him requires courage.

But now it's different.

She can hug him, let herself drown in his arms, and even relax and allow herself to sink again appropriately.

They are husband and wife.

"What are you thinking about?" Tang Yi asked. He lowered his eyes and stared at her in his arms. The ** had not completely faded, and her originally fair face was now red, charming and soft. Her happy moan just now made him feel difficult to control himself as long as he thought of it.

"Think about our future." With her eyelashes fluttering, Zhao Chuning opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes sparkled with emotion and the lust that had not yet dispersed.

"What have you thought of?" Tang Yi carried her into the master bedroom and then into the bathroom. The heating has now filled the whole room, and with the exercise just now, the temperature around her body is just right, and she doesn't feel cold.

"I've thought a lot." Zhao Chuning held his arm, "Will you force me, bully me, and force me to jump out of the car like before?"

Tang Yi put her in the bathtub, turned on the button, and hot water slowly poured into the bathtub. He sat behind her and circled her in his arms. The hot air was condensing, wrapping the two people around. He seemed to be in deep thought, and it took a long time before he spoke in her ear: "I have never treated other women like this."

Zhao Chuning narrowed his eyes, "Then am I too unlucky?"

"Only you dare to provoke me like this. Only you can make me angry every day." Other women simply cannot catch his eye from the beginning. Not to mention being able to arouse his emotions.

Now thinking back, only this woman in his arms can control his emotions. She can drive him crazy in an instant, and make him feel happy in an instant.

In the past, he hated the feeling of being controlled by others. Because she could throw him to heaven, and could also easily send him to hell, so he resisted and resisted. In the end, he finally realized that all resistance was useless, and he was only torturing himself.

"According to you, I am so special, should I feel honored?" Zhao Chuning raised his head slightly, resting his head on his shoulder and talking to her. The tide of passion was about to recede, but her voice was still soft.

Tang Yi looked at her like this, and his heart was deeply moved. He leaned over and kissed her lips lovingly, then stepped back, met her eyes, and whispered: "In the future, I will try to control myself."

"Control what?"

"...temper. However, the premise is that you are not allowed to be fickle!" The first two words were still full of tenderness, but the latter part changed the subject sharply.