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She wrote lightly: "We slept in the same bed last night, and we are already a couple as you said. Are there any questions?"

"..."

Ping Shengyue was choked again, and immediately asked back: "Sister Samuel, do you know what it means to be married?"

"give birth to."

"anything else?"

"Others should be no different from our lives these days."

"No, couples can still do a lot of intimate things without sharp boundaries anymore."

"Can't this be classified as reproduction?" Samuel asked lightly.

"..."

Ping Shengyue was speechless, paused, and chose to respond with a rhetorical question.

"Sister Samui, since you said that we will be husband and wife from tonight, are you ready to reproduce with me?"

"My body is healthy, there is no problem, and I can conceive at any time."

"The body is just one aspect. What about your heart, your emotions? Do you like me?"

Talking about this, Ping Shengyue simply had a showdown.

Samuel moved his eyes from the magazine to his face, saw his solemn expression, thought for a while, and replied: "Xiaoyue, since a long time ago, Dean Jing has been sharing your life with me. Therefore, I have a natural affection for you."

"These years of getting along, you gave me a very good impression. Except tonight, when I was reading a book, you kept looking for me to chat."

"When I see other people of the opposite sex, I always keep a distance from the bottom of my heart. But in front of you, I don't have this kind of thought."

"I don't care about having any contact with you. You should have understood this during the pre-marital medical examination."

"So, do you think I like you like this, or don't you?"

"Of course I like it!"

Pingshengyue without thinking.

Not to mention anything else, just such a long series of words is enough to prove the relationship!

Otherwise, who can say so much for the taciturn sister Samui?

Satisfied, Bingshengyue lay down again.

Seeing that he finally stopped bothering him, Samuel was equally satisfied and continued to browse the magazine.

In the room, the sound of paper pages rustling.

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Chapter 149 Do You Not Like Me?

In the sky, the moon dimmed and the stars sank.

Lightning surged, and the sound of water splashed.

In the misty rain and fog, the Heike mansion stood tall.

Bingshengyue lay on the bed with his head resting on his arms, without any sleepiness.After all, she and Sister Samui have both confessed their feelings, and tonight must be a matter of course and they will be a real husband and wife.

How can I sleep when the big event is unfinished?

Ping Shengyue lay silently, looking at the ceiling aimlessly.

At first, he waited very anxiously, hoping that Sister Samui would finish the magazine as soon as possible.However, he did not speak to urge.After all, Sister Samui said that he gave her a very good impression of getting along with her all these years.Except tonight, when she was reading, he kept looking for her to chat.

Ping Shengyue is a knowledgeable person, no matter how anxious he is now, he doesn't want to continue brazenly disturbing others' reading experience.

Time passed by every second and every minute.

Ping Shengyue waited and waited, and gradually became less anxious.

Anyway, I have been waiting until now, do you still care about waiting for an extra hour and a half?

What's more, as a man, you have to be calm!Don't be impetuous!

Bing Shengyue listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the window and the rustling sound of Sister Samuel turning the pages of the book, and her heart gradually calmed down.

When excitement is driven off the high ground of thinking, rationality begins to dominate the brain again.

Ping Shengyue resumed her normal thinking, and the object of her thinking was, of course, the person next to her at this moment—Sister Samuyi.

After a little thought, you can find that Sister Samui is completely different from all the previous wives.

On the eve of the wedding and on the night of the wedding, other people are more emotional, more emotional, and have a lot of inner activities.

But Sister Samui is different.

Her mood did not fluctuate at all, and she described in a very flat manner that she was going to be a husband and wife, as if she was explaining what to have for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Her emotions didn't change either, she was as cold and indifferent as usual, even her expression was the same as before.

There should be no inner activities.She has been reading quietly all the time, and the frequency of turning pages is very stable, which shows that she has no distractions.

In short, Sister Samui acted too naturally, too plainly.It seems that in her mind, getting married is not something worth commemorating and spending energy on, and it is not even as important as the magazine she is currently reading.

Ping Shengyue was deeply frustrated.

Although they are familiar with each other, it is not impossible to burst out a little hot emotion, right?

Husband and wife are, after all, brand-new interpersonal relationships that are completely different from previous lives.

Sister Samui, don't you care at all?

Bing Shengyue glanced at the person next to the pillow who was seriously reading the magazine, and sighed silently, the burning fire in her heart seemed to be drenched in a basin of cold water, and the momentum was much weaker.

......

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After an unknown amount of time, Samui closed the magazine, put it on the bedside table, and immediately lay down.

Two people sleep in the same bed, so it is inevitable that there will be air leakage.

Samuel tucked the corner of the quilt, and saw that Ping Shengyue was still awake, so he didn't turn off the lamp on the bedside table, and closed his eyes to rest without any unnecessary communication.

After a while, Ping Shengyue asked quietly: "Sister Samuel, do you not like me?"

Samuel was still asleep, and hearing his words suddenly, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Isn't this question just discussed before? You said for sure that I like you."

"I'm not sure now."

"why?"

"Because I feel that I am not happy at all about being married to me, and I don't care at all."

"Is it something that is destined to be joyous?" Samuel turned to look at Ping Shengyue's profile, "And, who said I don't care? If I don't care about being a husband and wife, why are you lying here?"

Ping Shengyue turned his head, his eyes met.

"Teacher Yukito, Aunt Mikoto, and Sister Mabui are also destined, but they are all very happy."

Samuel's eyes flickered slightly, and he said lightly: "I am me, and they are them. Xiaoyue, if you don't like my performance, you can go to Yumuren and the others instead of lying here."

After saying that, Sam Yi no longer looked at Ping Shengyue, turned his head to face the ceiling, and closed his eyes to rest.Ping Shengyue was slightly taken aback, faintly feeling that she was angry, and couldn't help but be happy.

It's good to have mood swings!

Ping Shengyue quickly reached out to cover Samuel's cheek, and gently pressed it.Samuel's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head to look at him obediently, his eyes were neither angry nor happy, as indifferent as winter snow.

Ping Shengyue explained softly: "Sister Samuel, it's not that I don't like your performance, I just feel that your performance is abnormal, so I said these words."

"Everyone is independent and special." Samuel said lightly, "Just like the granddaughter of Tuying you met, she can enjoy being abused. This trait is not possessed by others."

"Xiaoyue, you will have many wives in the future. You can't ask all your wives to be similar to your first few wives. You are the head of the family, and you must tolerate the characteristics of each wife."

"..."

Bingshengyue was silent for a long time after hearing the words, then sighed softly, and said with emotion: "It's me who is narrow-minded."

Immediately afterwards, he embraced the person beside him in his arms.

"From now on, we are officially married."

"Ah."

Samuel responded lightly.

Outside the window, it was still raining.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

The rain fell violently, clearly visible.

......

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The next day, near noon.

After raining all night and most of the morning, it finally cleared up.

The bright sunlight shines on the face of the sleeping man through the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Ping Shengyue let out a soft snort, raised her eyes, and left the dreamland.

There is a lingering fragrance on the bed, but there is no beauty, a red plum is in full bloom.

Ping Shengyue sat up, stretched her waist, and secretly admired Samuel's self-discipline, she went to bed so late, and got up early as usual.

Bing Shengyue had nothing to do, and simply lay back on the bed, with his head empty, staring aimlessly at the ceiling.The scene of last night is vivid in his memory, like a slideshow, playing in his mind in a loop.

In all fairness, among all the wives, Samui left the deepest impression.

She is truly indifferent, with no obvious emotional ups and downs, and she has consistently followed the "cold" way of tolerance.

Different from Matsudaira Tachibana who pretended to be reserved and cold and arrogant, Samuel's coldness was indifferent and unmoved.

If they hadn't been clear about each other's feelings as early as last night, Ping Shengyue might even doubt Samuel's perception of him again.

There is no way, too indifferent, it will inevitably make people feel uneasy and vain.

Only when you hug in your arms can you be sure that you really have it.

After a long time, Ping Shengyue waved away her messy thoughts, breathed a sigh of relief, got up and got out of bed.

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Chapter 150

in the afternoon.

Pingjia, second floor.

At two o'clock, inside the vermilion door.

Ping Yuanjing sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, with his legs crossed, and a seven-centimeter apricot-colored leather high-heeled shoe with a pointed toe was hooked to the toe of the upper leg, dangling gently.

Wearing a suspender dress made of white silk, covered with a layer of light black gauze.

The white suspenders of the dress formed distressing slender and shallow marks on the shoulders and necks.

No jewelry was worn on the swan-like long and white neck.After all, nature is already beautiful, no matter how exquisite jewelry is, it is useless to wear it.

The black gauze and white skirt concealed her slim curves.

A light white ribbon was tied around the waist, and the black gauze was bound to prevent it from being too fluttered by the wind.

Ping Yuanjing's hair is black and smooth, falling down, half covering the bandages around her eyes; Qiong's nose is straight, her thin lips are light red, with a slight upward curve.

Even without her cool and lively eyes, without any makeup on, she is still incredibly glamorous, just because of her natural beauty, Xiang Lin, who is reading a magazine, is secretly envious.

Ping Shengyue knelt behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders.

After a while, Ping Yuanjing raised his hand to signal Xianglin to stop reading aloud and start chatting.

"At breakfast today, Samuel changed my name to me."

"En." Ping Shengyue responded, "I slept in her room last night and became husband and wife with her."