A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The open living room is right in front of you.

Almost as soon as she stepped into the room, the complicated and brilliant crystal chandelier suddenly lit up in the center of the living room.Under the shadow of the lights, there is an open space, but if you look closely, you will find a few deep marks on the carpet. Probably, there was a sofa and coffee table here before, but it was removed because of the new house.

Directly opposite is a floor-to-ceiling window.

The night scene outside the window is dim, very graceful.

In front of the window, a honey-colored European-style small round table stood under a row of spotlights with a soft luster.There are a few incense candles burning on it, and the candlelight flickers gently, echoing the waking red wine and the crystal clear goblet.On the edge of the cup, there is still a bouquet of flowers, which she failed to throw out today because of the chaos.

Composed of dreamy purple lavender and crimson phalaenopsis.

The lights and candles complement each other, and it is particularly conspicuous against the color of the coffee table.

She remembered that she had placed the flower in the lounge, but hadn't brought it back.

Why are you here now?

"This flower..."

"The bouquet is the messenger of happiness for the wedding, and the guardian of the bride. This wedding was made so much trouble by Su Nuanxia and the others, but you didn't complete it, so the task of the messenger cannot be completed. I happened to see it In the rest room, I brought it back. I had a selfish intention and hoped that it would be your guardian and help me continue to protect you!"

Lu Yan stood in front of him.

He was holding her hand and staring at her quietly.

Outside the window, the night is hazy, with stars shining faintly.

The spotlight above his head was shining brightly, reflecting on his handsome face, the halo seemed to turn him into a light-colored ink painting.Under the slender and tough eyebrows, those black eyes were deep and deep, seeming to bewitch and seduce, making it impossible for her to look away.

Looking at each other.

Her thoughts gradually cleared up, most of which were occupied by him, as if there was a kind of magic power that could gently shake away the melancholy that lingered in her mind and bothered her for a long time.

"Are you hungry?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and considerate tenderness in his eyes.

That tenderness and sweetness, if someone else has weak willpower, maybe he can get drunk without wine.

Fortunately, Miss Bo's willpower is relatively strong, or her immunity is relatively high, and her skin is relatively thick. She was not directly dazed by the charm of the handsome man in front of her.

She retracted her eyes immediately, and looked down at the scented candles on the table.

Somewhat tiredly, he softly called him: "Ah Yan..."

"It seems that you are not hungry, just tired."

He poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to her: "When you're tired, drinking a glass is more refreshing."

"Really? It's time for me to recover from my fatigue. I'm really exhausted today!"

But for her, alcohol would only make her more tired after drinking.Because what she is tired is not her body, but her heart.Years and months, she has been in a state of nervous tension, and only when she came back here and roamed Paris with Lu Yan did she get a little relaxation.

But unexpectedly, this kind of ease is a luxury for her.

No, only a few days after she relaxed, she returned to that tense state again.But this time, she couldn't figure out who her opponent was at all, and was completely in a passive state.So this sense of tension intensifies.As a result, even this wedding night, which should have been filled with tenderness and sweetness, has changed a bit.

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