101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

What he said made sense.

He even promised not to have a bridal chamber tonight, so she would be too embarrassed to even drink a glass of wine with him.

That would seem too insincere, wouldn't it?

Zi Yang pursed her lips, and reached out to take the wine glass he handed over.

She didn't see an imperceptible smile of triumph flashed between Fu Hong's brows.

"Come on, let's toast and wish us a happy wedding."

Ziyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of uneasiness and shyness of a woman flashed in her eyes.

Then, the two crossed their hands and drank the first cup of wine.

When Fu Hong leaned over, Ziyang's heart was beating violently. The faint orchid scent on his body was very pleasant, which made her feel a little lost.

Fu Hong raised his eyes and looked at her nervous and shy appearance, wishing to rub her into his arms directly.

But Fu Hong told himself: Don't worry, there is plenty of time tonight.

Once a good night, the clouds turned and the rain turned.

"Okay, you can continue watching TV. I'll go to the balcony to blow some air, drink some wine, and leave in a while." As for whether you want to let me go in a while, that's another matter.

Fu Hong turned around, graceful and charming in every way.

Never bother her again.

It was a person, sitting quietly on the balcony, only showing her a side face, holding a glass of wine from time to time, smiling at her, and then taking a light sip.

Ziyang is watching a love soap opera.

But the male pig's feet were less than one ten-thousandth of Fu Hong's.

Unable to control it, she glanced at him quietly from time to time, only to feel that the man in the interlaced light and shadow was shockingly beautiful.

The heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, bang... bang... bang..., the sound was more ear-piercing than the sound, Zi Yang blushed, and she cursed in her heart: Yang Yang, be more sober, sober, don't be tempted by beauty.

From a distance, Fu Hong saw her blushing cheeks under the light, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily evoked a bright smile.

His woman is distracted.

That rosy look is so cute.

Zi Yang bit her lips, suddenly felt a little dizzy, she felt her whole body was burning hot.

How could this be?

How could such thoughts come into my mind?

She couldn't control her head full of lustful thoughts, Zi Yang scolded her for not being clear about her mind, right?

But, born from the heart, shyness crawled all over her cheeks at this moment.

Zi Yang wished she could find a crack in the ground to get in, she quickly turned off the TV, slammed herself under the quilt, and said silently: sleep!sleep!sleep!Don't think about it!

After half an hour.

Fu Hong pinpointed the timing, closed the balcony door, drew the curtains, and adjusted the lights. The mysterious purple color rendered the whole bedroom in a mesmerizing atmosphere.

After a few steps, Fu Hong's heart couldn't help beating violently.

The sound of Fu Hong's footsteps echoed in the quiet bedroom, especially loud.

He walked towards the bed step by step.

So excited, aren't you?

In Fu Hong's eyes, there was a kind of charming light, shining with longing and anticipation. He bent down, looked at the raised part of the quilt, and the waves in his heart rolled up again.

"Yangyang."

He lifted the quilt to reveal her head, and softly recited her name.

The slender fingers fiddled with her face twice, trying to wake her up.

The drugged Zi Yang was sweating all over, with her mouth raised high, she stretched out her hand from under the quilt and muttered impatiently: "It's hot, it's so hot."

"Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"

"I do not know."

With some guilt, Fu Honglue looked at the woman on the bed, his eyes flashed with firmness, and a gentle breath emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Your face is so red, are you sick?"

Zi Yang didn't know, she was in a daze, but felt that her whole body was warm.

"Water...water...so hot..."