Cold marriage and warm love: be your heart's darling

Seeing her suddenly faint peach cheeks and the delicate appearance of micro vortex on pear cheeks made him feel a trace of inexplicable disappointment.

She also looked at him. Suddenly, she couldn't tell what it was like. She didn't want to cry, but it seemed that something was melting in her eyes and forbearing.

Don't think about the future, but it's good to have such an excellent man in your life, isn't it? She kept smiling and bowed her head for dinner. Each mouthful contained a strong smile. The soft feeling melted in the mellow taste of porridge.

Early summer is such a person. Maybe the living conditions are too good since childhood. People are beautiful and surrounded by happiness everywhere. However, her mother's discipline is in place. In addition, she has to bear hardships when dancing in primary school, which doesn't make her develop arrogance and arrogance. She has a very soft heart and is especially easy to be grateful. Anyone who is good to herself will be particularly moved.

When she got on the bus, the road was silent as usual. She secretly glanced at Mu Chenyi, whose face was as heavy as water. I don't know if the meal just now should be regarded as a wedding banquet? A little shabby!

Turning to the beginning of early summer, I looked at the scenery passing through the window, looked up at the prosperity of this eye, couldn't help smiling, like a water lotus, which is ashamed of the cool wind.

Once that night, he was an insignificant stranger in her eyes.

Once that night, she thought her intersection with him was only here.

Just one night, he has become another of her closest people in the world, husband!

Once, once.

But never thought that later, all this was just once.

Back to the dormitory, he immediately took off his clothes and got into the curtain. He felt the hot little red book out of his bag, looked at it again and again, kissed it again and again, and still wanted to giggle.

Where are you hiding? I tried several places in early summer, but I didn't feel right. I still solved the pillowcase, stuffed the marriage certificate in, and slept on my pillow every day.

When I lie on my pillow at night, I still want to laugh when I think of the things under my head. I want to tell others about such an enviable thing, but I'm afraid that the person is angry and can't say it. No one shares it. It's so painful.

In the dead of night, a new bride slept in a comfortable single bed in the dormitory, but a bride could not sleep alone on the iron shelf bed in the girls' dormitory.

She doesn't know how many couples spend their wedding night like this in the world, but she somehow feels that she is also very happy. As for why she is happy, she can't tell. Maybe she suddenly has a person to worry about. In short, she is somewhat unexpectedly happy.

Life is more painful than imagined, but it seems to be simpler than imagined.

I thought she would start another new life, but the next month, except that she could only see the figure of her husband in the elective courses once a week, she still had the same time as before marriage. Eating the canteen and living in the dormitory were still the honeymoon period. How did she feel that she had been abandoned in early summer? She seemed to forget the fact that she had married.

She finally rebelled and married herself, but this marriage and that person made her feel unreal and insecure.