Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Suddenly, Chi Yan turned her head. Her dark eyes were staring at her stunned eyes. Her expression was always plain, and her ordinary tone seemed to say that the weather was very good today.

"I'll ask you one last time. You really won't regret choosing me?"

His handsome and delicate face, as usual, was like an amazing flower.

But at this time, the petals gradually closed, faded the usual publicity, coldness and arrogance, and showed a faint vulnerability.

Like a lost child, like a lost traveler, standing on the vast and uninhabited land, looking around blankly.

Loneliness, anxiety, fear, helplessness.

Pool banquet

Feng Ying's heart trembled, his two small hands held his clenched fist, and his fingertips gently depicted the green lines burst out from the back of his hand.

Feeling his tremor, she almost shed tears, but she couldn't help it.

"I don't regret it, never."

"When you really regret it, it's estimated that you won't be in this world anymore."

Hearing the firmness in her tone, Chi Yan smiled, moving and pleasant, but more bitter.

He looked at her with a very complicated expression.

Hesitation, uneasiness and panic finally turned into a serious problem for him.

"Are you ready to die with me?"

Dead?

Is it as exaggerated as he said?

Feng Ying was surprised at his words, and then nodded.

She is not afraid of involvement.

She has died once, and naturally she will not be afraid of death.

Nestled in his arms, Feng Ying held his equally naked waist in his arms, his cheeks pressed against his chest, and listened to the heartbeat from his chest.

Although the voice is light, it is particularly firm.

"I believe you will protect me and I will work hard to protect you. Chi Yan, we will all live well until we grow old together."

At this moment, Chi Yan only felt that his heart stopped, and the emotion of unclear Tao was breeding in his heart.

A little sweet.

"If, I mean if, one day." Feng Ying rubbed his chest, "I won't regret that I was your woman in life and your ghost in death."

“……”

For a moment, Chi Yan's eyes were a little sour, and his heart pounded, as if to jump out of his throat.

But the next second, he smiled, as if all the negative emotions had faded and returned to the uninhibited and wanton pool banquet.

"Stupid."

He flicked his long finger on her forehead.

"I'm not interested in female ghosts."

"It's all right. I'm still alive now."

Feng Ying twisted restlessly in his arms. His flexible hands were like a slippery loach, depicting the smooth and profound muscle lines of his lower abdomen.

"Major general Chi, do you have 'sexual interest' in me now?" she deliberately bit the tone on two keywords.

Chi Yan looked at her for a while and answered her question with a deep kiss.

Give him a chance.

And give them a chance.

I wish fate could treat him a little better.

When love boils to a certain point, nature will yearn for the Great Harmony of life.

Food color is also.

When they were satisfied, it was already daybreak.

Although Feng Ying still wanted to wrap the pond banquet for a while, his physical fatigue suppressed those disharmonious thoughts.

She could only regret kissing his beautiful thin lips, holding him in her arms and falling asleep with the satisfaction of 'this man is finally mine'.