Love after Marriage

BIG BED

The car was just in front. Shang Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at her. His expression was very indifferent and his face was also emotionless, making it impossible to tell what he was doing.

　　Wen Qian was nervous for a moment, but then she felt relieved. It seemed that he was not angry. She pursed her lips and did not dare to move.

　　Opening the door and getting in the car, his movements are as smooth as flowing water.

　　They sat in the back seat together, and the driver had wisely raised the tailgate early, so no one knew what happened back there.

　　Wen Qian originally thought that he was just indifferent and had no reaction. After the car drove off and onto the main road, she realized that she was too naive.

　　How can he be calm like this?

　　"What are you doing?" Wen Qian leaned against the chair with her hands between them.

　　Everything was fine just now, but who knew he would suddenly come closer, hold her in his arms, and stare at her with such a scorching gaze.

　　The car was filled with the smell of alcohol. Wen Qian felt more and more dizzy. The moisture in her almond-shaped eyes became heavier, and ripples appeared faintly.

　　She said again in a trembling voice: "Did you crush me?"

　　In fact, it wasn't really pressing, at most they were just too close, his breath poured into her nostrils, burning her heart so much that it trembled.

　　"Shang Mo." She called softly and swallowed, "Why don't you say anything?"

　　Shang Mo lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze wandering across her face, finally landing on her pink lips. He almost lost control when they kissed on the stage just now.

　　If I hadn't been thinking about her, the kiss would probably have lasted a long, long time.

　　His Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he called out, "Wen Qian."

　　His voice was deep and full of charm. Wen Qian shuddered at the gentle call and blinked her eyelashes, "Hmm?"

　　This "hmm" sound, with a tickling feeling like a cat's, makes people feel itchy for no reason when it falls into their ears. In a moment, the itchiness spreads throughout the body.

　　Shang Mo even felt like every nerve was itching, as if electric current was passing through it.

　　Can't grasp it, but can feel it clearly.

　　The more I feel, the harder it is to control myself, like being bitten by ants.

　　"We're getting engaged today." Shang Mo didn't wear glasses today. His deep phoenix eyes were more attractive than ever. The tail of his eyes was slightly raised, forming a beautiful arc. Faintly, there were stars in it. "Do you want to celebrate?"

　　celebrate?

　　Hasn't it been celebrated for a long time?

　　They celebrated from dawn till dusk.

　　Seeing her hesitation, Shang Mo said, "It's just you and me, let's celebrate together."

　　"How do we celebrate?" Wen Qian fell into his eyes as deep as the sea, and her whole body seemed to be swallowed up. She subconsciously followed his words and asked, "What do you want to do?"

　　"I want to..." Shang Mo stroked her jaw with his fingers, moving along the curve of her jaw, and finally landed on her lips. He gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and tilted his head down a little bit, "Like this."