Love after Marriage

YOU AND I

The noise was too loud, Wen Qian wasn't sure if it was true or not, she opened her eyes and just stared at the man who was kissing her deeply.

　　All kinds of things from the past appeared before my eyes.

　　When they first met, she accidentally fell into his arms.

　　She was waiting for a car on the roadside on a cold night. After a long time, instead of her family's car coming, he came. It was the first time she was so bold to stop a stranger's car.

　　I timidly went up to him and stopped him, asking if I could take his car back.

　　She was prepared to be rejected, thinking that she was just drunk, but he actually agreed and personally opened the car door for her to get in.

　　His car is just like the feeling he gives people, dignified, elegant and clean, with an inexplicable coolness.

　　Maybe it was because his car was so clean, spotless.

　　But she remembered that her shoes were dirty that day, and her heel seemed to have stepped on something. After getting in the car, she had been deliberately avoiding it, not wanting to dirty his car.

　　But he didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter, do whatever you want."

　　The slightly raised corners of his lips reminded people of the spring breeze. It turns out that a person can have so many faces.

　　It can be like the spring wind or like the winter snow.

　　Wen Qian thought about what happened later. After she found out she was pregnant, she avoided him on purpose and didn't want him to know.

　　But he finally found out. The night he stopped her was the first time she saw him lose control. The cold and noble man lost his former solemnity and became hot and unbearable.

　　He used his burning fingertips to tell her how passionate he was at that moment, just like when they were entangled that night.

　　He even told her with his actions that he wanted the child, but he wanted her even more.

　　Someone seemed to have said that the colder a man is, the more vigorously he burns. He was like that, and he could melt her every time he burned.

　　His whole body was burning.

　　Wen Qian thought of the snowman that day again. He knew she liked it, so he took her to build one after another. They kissed and cuddle passionately in a deserted corner.

　　He called her baby, and she lost herself in his bewitching voice.

　　And on the day of delivering the betrothal gifts, he stood in the surging crowd, so different that one could almost catch him at first sight.

　　Across the noisy crowd, he smiled at her.

　　He doesn't like to laugh, but every time he does he's very charming.

　　Wen Qian couldn't remember when she started to care about him, and when she went from not caring to caring about him.

　　Maybe it was in the time they spent together, or maybe it was in how good he was to her all the time.

　　She was not sure, but there was one thing she was sure of, she had different feelings for Shang Mo.

　　"No, one more, one more." Someone saw Shang Mo pushing away and said again, "This time we have to kiss the bride until she cries, otherwise we can't stop."

　　Everyone echoed: "Yes, we must kiss the bride until she cries."

　　Wen Qian: "..." These guys are really good at playing.