Try...
Wen Qian pursed her lips and swallowed; the sound of her heartbeat could not be covered up by the sound of the wind.
She held her breath, not daring to make a sound. The light and shadow brushed against the side of her face, outlining her delicate facial contours. Her porcelain-white skin seemed to be dyed with a color, a dazzling red.
The slender fingers resting on the knees clenched unconsciously, and light wrinkles appeared on the cheongsam, just like ripples on the lake.
They were too close, his breath flowed into her nostrils through the wind, and the words "The wedding bed is newly bought, do you want to try it?" echoed in her ears again and again.
Wen Qian's brain seemed to be blank, and she didn't quite understand what he meant.
First they kept some distance between each other, then they turned their heads little by little, and through the misty night, their eyes met.
It was still that pair of eyes as deep as the sea, and Wen Qian would forget to breathe every time she saw them.
This time too, her breathing slowed down, and the blush on her cheeks grew deeper, with a faint flush behind her ears and on the sides of her neck.
His eyes seemed to have hooks, and the moment his gaze touched Wen Qian's, she could no longer retract it and fell straight into it.
It was as if there was an invisible thread wrapping them tightly together, getting tighter and tighter, until their lips were almost touching.
Shang Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly and spoke again, "Do you want to see it? Hmm?"
That "hmm" carried an unknown magic that instantly captured her thoughts when it fell into her ears. Wen Qian seemed unable to move. She bit her lips with her pearly teeth and blurted out "OK".
By the time she realized what was going on, she had already reached the bedroom and was standing in front of the marital bed. The bed was very large, twice the size of the one she was using now.
European and American style, ivory white.
The carvings are delicate and exquisite, and the decorations on them are also very expensive.
At the beginning, he asked Wen Xi what kind of things she liked. Wen Xi gave him a brief description, but unexpectedly, everything was done according to what she said.
Including the color of the curtains, we did it according to her instructions.
She is very satisfied with the bed regardless of its size and height.
"Very good." Wen Qian stood beside the bed, "Not bad."
"How can you tell if it's good just by looking at it?" Shang Mo held Wen Qian's hand, "Come, sit on it and try it."
Still need to sit...
For some reason, Wen Qian's heart suddenly panicked. She tried to pull her hand away, but failed.
"Try it." Shang Mo said gently.
Wen Qian's eyes fell from his face to the bed. She felt like she was walking into a tiger's mouth, but she couldn't find any reason to refuse. She pursed her lips, bent down and sat on it.
The mattress was very comfortable. After sitting on it, I felt like lying down. Perhaps Shang Mo had the ability to read minds, because he said in the next second: "Try lying down."
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Love after Marriage
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