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Chapter 66 "Wedding Night"

Fu Zhi lowered her eyes and smiled, adjusted the hem of the toast dress, and said softly:
"Chi Ying."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still as naive as ever."

After the words fell, Chi Ying looked over and pinched the bag strap tightly with her fingers.

Fu Zhi also took a look at her, and threw the used paper into the trash can.

"It's not the first day you know me."

She paused for a moment and said, "How can anyone use something that others have used?"

"..."

Chi Ying was blocked and couldn't say a word.

The lipstick was indeed kissed by someone, but this person was not Duan Zheng, but...

Chi Ying held her bag and followed Fu Zhi out.

Fu Zhi walked into the dressing room step by step on small high heels.

As soon as she sat down, Jiang Li greeted her. She reached out and patted Fu Zhi's head, "Chi Ying?"

Fu Zhi was out of state and said, "I just met in the bathroom, nothing happened!"

Jiang Li: "..."

She couldn't help but said: "I don't think you seem to have nothing to do, you have a big deal!"

Fu Zhi shook her head and denied, "No."

Boyhood or not, it's all over.

A gust of breeze swept away some unpleasant memories, leaving behind a sense of happiness.

Fu Zhi patted her arm, "Xiao Lizi, I'm going to toast."

Jiang Li said oh, and after two seconds, she reacted and quickly followed.

"Ouch..."

"Slow down, you can run so fast with high heels on, and you won't be afraid of falling."

Fu Zhi didn't care, she still walked quickly and came to Duan Zheng's side not long after.

"Duan Zheng!"

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, and whispered in her ear:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"I made a mistake, I'll clean you up at night."

His voice was slightly lowered, it clung to Fu Zhi's ear, and fell slowly.

Fu Zhi glared at him, and her ears turned pink.

It looks very nice.

Duan Zheng lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "Don't be nervous..."

Fu Zhi hummed lightly: "No... I'm not nervous."

"...that's not what I said."

"..."

Fu Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, she tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Toast!"

"okay."

—

The wedding has been a toss for a long time, and the high heels that Fu Zhi was wearing were a bit rough, so Duan Zheng gently wrapped his arms around Fu Zhi's waist, letting her center of gravity rest in his arms.

Fu Zhi said in a low voice: "Getting married is more tiring than participating in the competition, I should have known—"

Duan Zheng stared at Fu Zhi all the time, Fu Zhi changed the subject and slowly changed the phrase "I knew it would not be a wedding" to "There will be no wedding".

Duan Zheng ruthlessly exposed it: "It's already done."

He added: "It's late, if you don't want to hold a wedding, remember to notify me in your next life."

"Well, okay." Fu Zhi said.

The afterglow of the evening fell, hitting Fu Zhi and Duan Zheng's faces.

Men have gentle eyebrows and eyes, and women are quiet and soft.

Duan Zheng grabbed Fu Zhi's waist and got into the car.

Duan Zheng's temper in the circle has never been gentle, so no one dares to make trouble in the bridal chamber.

After sending a few good friends away, Fu Zhi reached out and rubbed her temples, and leaned on the sofa.

Duan Zheng walked over and handed him a glass of milk.

As soon as Fu Zhi took it, a particularly pleasant voice fell in his ear.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Jiang Xu's bad temper is what you are used to."

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she looked at Duan Zheng in a state of bewilderment.

She coughed lightly: "No."

She glanced at Duan Zheng again: "I don't like him, I can become friends with him purely because of you, to break into the enemy's interior, so..."

In the next second, Duan Zheng hugged Fu Zhi with a force.

Her body flew into the air, and Fu Zhi hugged Duan Zheng's neck tightly.

"Duan... Duan Zheng..."

Duan Zheng hummed softly, "This living room is not suitable for sleeping, it will be uncomfortable."

Fu Zhi: "..."

Her small hand gently grabbed Duan Zheng's clothes, shook it lightly, and whispered, "I, I haven't taken a shower yet..."

Duan Zheng: "I'll carry you."

—

The man walked towards the bathroom step by step, with a frivolous and slutty smile on his lips.

He held her with one hand, and while using the shower, the white shirt was instantly soaked, and he could vaguely see the tight muscle lines that were hidden under his expectations.

Fu Zhi took two steps back, her small face instantly turned pink and tender, she whispered: "I... I can do it myself, you go out first!"

When Duan Zheng heard this, his eyelids lifted slightly, and he just looked over like this.

She raised her eyes slightly, and the folds of the man's double eyelids were clear and obvious.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"My clothes are wet, come help me."

Fu Zhi shook her head lightly, "I won't go!"

Duan Zheng asked again, Fu Zhi still shook his head lightly.

Fu Zhi raised her eyes slightly, and was caught off guard by his deep and seductive peach blossom eyes.

Fu Zhi pursed her lower lip lightly, "If I help you, can you go out?"

Duan Zheng said in a low voice: "...Yes."

Only then did Fu Zhi cautiously step forward, her little hand was just on the button of Duan Zheng's shirt, and the shower above her head was turned on at some point.

Pouring it all over!
Fu Zhi blinked her eyes slowly, and a low and clear voice fell beside her ears:
"You're too close to me."

"I couldn't control it, so—"

"You are responsible for this."

Fu Zhi: "...Huh?"

Duan Zheng said shamelessly, "My clothes were never this wet before, but now it is because of you!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

There was a lot of mist in the bathroom, and the shower was gradually turned off.

The mist also dissipated a bit, Duan Zheng wrapped his arms around Fu Zhi's waist, and gently pulled it into his arms.

Fu Zhi raised her bright eyes and looked over, those twinkling fox eyes became more and more charming.

Duan Zheng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his big hand clasped the back of her head.

He leaned over slightly, and the moment their lips touched, the breath of the two of them seemed to be intertwined, which was very seductive.

Fu Zhi's heart was beating wildly, and her little hands tightly pinched Duan Zheng's shirt.

His kisses were hot and crazy.

And with an unspeakable emotion.

Drag Fu Zhi into the abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zhi felt as if the air in her lungs had been drained, and she stretched out her hand to pinch Duan Zheng's waist.

"Duan... Duan Zheng."

Fu Zhi raised her watery eyes, her voice was delicate and soft.

Duan Zheng said in a hoarse voice, "Let me help you change your clothes. You're all wet and you'll catch a cold."

In the next second, the man's kiss fell again. What was different from the past was that this time the kiss was extraordinarily gentle.

Fu Zhi was so gentle that she even forgot to resist, and just let the man take off her soaked clothes.

Duan Zheng threw it aside casually, and turned on the shower again.

The warm water fell on the two of them, the night outside was slightly dark, the twilight was close, the wind blew past the moonlight, and it lasted for a long time.

(End of this chapter)