Only you can be my wife

Meng Ziyu came out of the bathroom more than an hour later.

she picked out a very nice black pajamas and sprayed some perfume on her body. Looking at her rosy complexion in the mirror, she smiles with satisfaction and turns back to her bedroom.

After reading for a while in bed, Lu Xiaoran pushed the door in. Seeing Meng Ziyu in the room, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "didn't you say you went to live at home? How did you get here? "

"Back?" Meng Ziyu put the book on the bedside table and said with a smile, "it's boring at home. I miss you again, so I came here to give you a surprise. Why is it so late today? "

"There are a lot of paintings bought in the gallery today, so it's delayed for some time." Said, Lu Xiaoran looked at the wrist watch, "so late, why not sleep first?"

"I'm waiting for you."

The smile in Lu Xiaoran's eyes was deeper, "then you wait for me, I'll go to wash."

After a while, listening to the sound of the water coming from the bathroom, Meng Ziyu clung to the quilt and pursed her lips. Her face was somewhat shy, and her heart was excited and nervous.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she opened the quilt and got up, and then took out all the petals and candles she had just hidden.

She wanted to be ready before he came out, so she was quick.

When it's all done, she turns off the lights in the room. On the open space in front of the bed, the pink candles and rose petals complement each other, and the candle light gently flickers, which adds a warm and romantic feeling to this cold and lonely hotel.

She smiles with a sense of accomplishment. She looks in the mirror in front of the dressing table, plucks her hair and confirms that she is perfect. Only after that, she goes back to bed satisfied.

The sound of the water stopped. A few minutes later, Lu Xiaoran, who only tied a bath towel around her waist, just opened the door of the bathroom.

A moment later, he looked at Meng Ziyu, who was slightly buried in his head.

He should have prepared all these things. Moreover, he has been with her for such a long time, and there are too few intimate moments with her

He took a deep breath, then slowly walked towards her direction.

"Xiaoyu..."

Meng Ziyu smelled the speech, looked up at him, saw his eyes looking at him deeply, and then he hung his head shyly, and his heart became more and more nervous.

At this moment, not only she, but also Lu Xiaoran is nervous.

He is in his early 30s, but because of some previous experiences, he has never been too close to other women.

However, she was the one who decided to marry her right away, and she was so attentive today that even though she did not have much interest, she had to take this step, didn't she?

He walked towards her step by step

When he saw what she was wearing, he was stunned, and his hands reaching out to her trembled slightly.

Meng Ziyu slightly pursed her lips and suppressed the panic in her heart. She spoke softly: "Xiao ran Do you like me? "

Lu Xiaoran pondered for a moment, then nodded his head lightly, "well."

He is a painter and has a better aesthetic than ordinary people. It has to be said that Meng Ziyu at this time is really beautiful, with a little girl's panic and tension, as well as the maturity and demeanor of her age. The figure is very good, in the black pajamas foil, the skin is more and more white.

When everything was ready, under the candlelight, he looked at Meng Ziyu, who was like a newborn baby. Suddenly, he hesitated and felt a little depressed.

Meng Ziyu is too nervous and shy. At this time, how can I know Lu Xiaoran's hesitation? She secretly a ruthless, slowly raised the trembling hand around his neck, and then closed her eyes, put herself close to some.

At the moment before she posted him, Lu Xiaoran suddenly pushed her away, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and said, "ouch --"

Meng Ziyu was stiff. Her nervousness and excitement had disappeared. She did not care what kind of state she was at this time. She grabbed her hand and said, "Xiao Xiao ran... "

Lu Xiaoran threw away her hand, turned quickly, and retched with her back to her. "Ouch --"

looking at Lu Xiaoran's broad back, Meng Ziyu felt a little chilly. Because of his reaction just now, he didn't dare to go up again. He said, "Xiaoran, are you ok?"

Lu Xiaoran waved his hand, "it's OK."

"You..." Meng Ziyu bit her teeth and asked, "you still Can't you? "

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoran's back suddenly became stiff. After a long time, he just had some helpless bitter smile, "I I'm sorry. " With that, he rushed to the bathroom, as if fleeing, and had no time to wear shoes.

Meng Ziyu sat on the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. Listening to the retching sound coming from the bathroom, her hands could not help clenching into fists, but still could not stop shivering, shaking and cold heart.

He said I'm sorry

What should she say? Doesn't it matter? Or what?She was desperate to find him, for such a long time, but she and he, can only be worthy of two demands.

The first time, it was the day when she went to see him. He didn't know why. After drinking too much wine, she took him to the hotel

At that time, it was actually her own careful thinking. After all, she liked him for so many years. To really have him was the strongest idea that she saw him drunk at that time.

Although she had a lot of trouble at that time, it was her wish. At that time, she hurt, but also sweet, because he finally had him.

But after that time, although he didn't say anything, he didn't want to get close to her for a long time. They both slept separately.

The second time, it was her idea. She secretly added something from the trail to his coffee, which, you know, is easy to buy abroad.

After that, he got angry and looked terrible, and she would never dare.

This time, because she thought that he had proposed to her, she wanted to do so, only thinking that he would let go of everything and be able to talk to her

Ha ha Or do you think about it?

He still failed to come out of the shadow of that incident.

Now in retrospect, he just didn't just hate being close to her, even There was little response from him.

No response!

She was thirty-one years old and wanted to have a child of her own and to live the life that other women could have. She has promised to marry him, but according to his situation, when can she wait for him to let go?

Do you want him to eat that every time? How painful would he have to be, and how pathetic should she be?

She is really not small. How many more decades can she spend?

Should she continue to wait like this?

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