Quit pampering

Wen Ying looked at him and nodded, "I'm a little hungry."

Fu Yanlou turned around and took out desserts and fruits from the refrigerator.

Wen Ying's wedding dress had long sleeves. She stretched her arms and was about to take it when Fu Yanlou pressed down her hand and sat down next to her, "I'll feed you."

Wen Ying's eyebrows were curved and her eyes were bright, "Then I will be disrespectful."

Fu Yanlou looked at her exquisite make-up and did not dare to touch or kiss her. He only fed her one mouthful at a time. Just looking at her like this made him feel that he had conquered countless things in life.

Being able to share mountains and rivers with her and spend a long time with her, it was a pity that the word never appeared on him later.

In the past, the inability to love, unwillingness, resentment and separation are all in the past.

When he was almost done eating, Wen Ying pushed his hand and said, "I won't eat."

Fu Yanlou was a little obsessed with feeding, "It's a little little, do you want some more?"

Her mouth looks bulging like a hamster, does she know her cute side?

Wen Ying shook his head, "No."

Her wedding dress was layer upon layer, complicated, solemn and extremely gorgeous.

To put it bluntly, it is a burden.

To be honest, she is quite heavy now.

Fu Yanlou's eyes were focused, falling on her face, between her eyebrows, and her red lips. His eyes scanned her face inch by inch, and he smiled deeply.

With that gaze and enthusiasm, Wen Ying avoided his gaze and looked down at her fingers. Sunlight danced on them, and her fingertips were so white that they were almost transparent.

His gaze could not be ignored no matter what. Wen Yingqingxu said softly, her eyes twitching as if she was ashamed, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fu Yanlou said bluntly, without hiding the heat in his eyes, "I like looking at you."

Wen Ying's eyelashes tremble slightly.

Fu Yanlou took her hand and wrapped it in his palm, "Yingying, you are very beautiful today."

Wen Ying spoke slowly, "You... look particularly good-looking today."

For half a month, they didn't see each other and could only make video calls, which couldn't relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Wen Ying wanted to hug him, but was afraid of messing up the hair on her head.

You can't do this. If you don't know, you'd think they were doing something hiding inside.

With just one word, Fu Yanlou's sanity was shattered. He took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips, gently and softly, like a dragonfly touching water, full of tenderness. It should be the most affectionate song in an opera.

Wen Ying didn't push him away, but ended the kiss with her eyes like water.

Fu Yanlou brushed the corner of her mouth with his fingertips and said in a hoarse voice, "Yingying, your lipstick is stained."

Wen Ying's eyes were soft and unable to accuse, "You did it."

"Ah."

He did it.

It's quite a sense of accomplishment.

Wen Ying directed him, "Bring my bag here."

Fu Yanlou took her bag and opened it, "What do you want to take?"

"Lipstick." Wen Ying said, "I want to refill my lipstick."

As a result, Fu Yanlou put her bag aside.

Wen Ying was stunned by his behavior and looked confused, "What are you doing?"

"Let's make up for it later, Yingying, okay?" Fu Yanlou asked gently.

He could obviously tell her directly and do it directly, but he still had to ask her if she was okay.

Does he know that the words "good or bad" are particularly offensive at certain times?

Such as this moment.

Wen Ying moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she swallowed her original words and turned them into questions, "Why?"

"Why?" Fu Yanlou repeated her words, drawling and laughing lazily, "Because I want to kiss you again."

Wen Ying, "..."

Wen Ying glared at him and said coquettishly, "Don't mess around." "I just want to kiss you." A chuckle escaped from Fu Yanlou's throat, "Where is the mess? Yingying, I'm very busy these days. Miss you."

Wen Ying said frankly, "I miss you too."

Fu Yanlou carefully held Wen Ying in his arms, as carefully as he would a rare treasure, "I'll refill your lipstick later. Okay?"

Wen Ying was dubious, "Can you do it?"

Fu Yanlou said, "I can learn if I don't know how to do it."

"That's good." Wen Ying leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Seeing her lipstick on his lips, Wen Ying laughed triumphantly, "Okay, you can touch it up for me now."

"Not yet."

Fu Yanlou held her chin up with his fingertips, kissed her lips, and tasted her beauty carefully, not sparing every inch.

Once the restraint is indulged, there is no restraint, and the emotion is deep, like strong wine poured over the fire, igniting a bigger flame.

Wen Ying felt that Fu Yanlou was too good at controlling people's emotions.

It can make a person lose his mind.

Willing to be controlled by him.

Wen Ying felt like she was out of breath, so she pushed his chest with both hands.

When Fu Yanlou left, he pecked the corner of her lips again with a bit of reluctance. The gentle treatment was both overt and covert.

Wen Ying's eyes were red, and there was a bit of complaint in his eyes, "Look, are my lips swollen?"

Fu Yanlou looked at it carefully and said, "It's not swollen."

Wen Ying raised her hand and touched her lips, "It's all your fault for being so hot."

Wen Ying raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes twitching, and the delicate smell came out.

What arouses men's destructive desire the most.

Fu Yanlou grabbed her hand and pressed it on his chest, "Well, it's all my fault."

What else could she say?

Wen Ying scratched his chest, took her hand away from his, and wrung her hands.

Fu Yanlou looked at the time and said, "We won't arrive in the capital for a while. Do you want me to hold you and sleep for a while?"

Having woken up early, Wen Ying was indeed a little sleepy.

When Fu Yanlou is around, that squeamishness becomes even stronger.

Wen Ying didn't even know what to do.

Wen Ying touched the phoenix crown on her head, "Then you should be careful, don't get it crooked."

Fu Yanlou said lightly, "What's important is that you feel comfortable. We can ask the makeup artist to fix it again later."

Wen Ying couldn't resist feeling sleepy, so she leaned into his arms and hugged his waist, "Okay then."

Fu Yanlou put his arm around Wen Ying's shoulders and looked down at her rosy face and lips, never taking his eyes away.

Until there was a knock on the door outside, it was the bodyguard, "Mr. Fu, there is news from the cabin room that the plane is about to land."

Fu Yanlou lowered his head and kissed her warm lips, "Yingying, we are here."

Wen Ying leaned in Fu Yanlou's arms and took a short nap. When she woke up, the sun outside the porthole was still bright.

There was still confusion in her eyes that couldn't be resolved, "Are you here?"

Fu Yanlou looked at her confused look and laughed, "Well, the plane will land at the designated place and the motorcade will drive back to the ancestral home."

Their wedding venue was chosen at the Fu family's ancestral home, where they first met and where they started.

Wen Ying nodded, completely awake, "You can give me my lipstick."

"I'll call the makeup artist to come in."

"Is the phoenix crown on my head crooked?"

"No."

"Then don't call the makeup artist." Wen Ying grabbed Fu Yanlou's hand and insisted, "I can do it myself. There is no need for a makeup artist."