There was movement behind him, and there was no need to see that Zhao Chen turned around.

As if the light was on his back, Aji lowered her head, and the mandarin duck button next to her lapel was untied, and the second one could no longer be untied.

Just when she felt that the pause was too long and she was about to continue, she heard the man behind her sitting up and holding her shoulder with her hands. Aji was stiff all over and turned over. He held her shoulder and raised her legs and carried it into the quilt. The quilt was so warm, and his chest was even warmer. Aji heard the heartbeat of dongdong, not knowing whether it was his or her own. His hands found her clothes buttons, Aji closed her eyes, and her mind was the soft whisper of her aunt last night, and she was trembling.

"So afraid of me?" Zhao Chenwu continued to untied her middle clothes and hugged the man in his arms. She lay on her side, her cheeks covered by long hair. He pushed them apart one by one. When he saw that her face was as white as paper instead of being dyed with red clouds, he paused his movements and patted her back comfortably, "Don't be afraid, I'm not in a hurry, let's talk first."

Aji closed her eyes and said nothing.

Zhao Chen asked her to lie on her arm, and her other hand was following her long hair like a waterfall, and her eyes lingered on her beautiful face: "Aji, from now on, we will be husband and wife. We will no longer think about the unhappiness in the past. What do I do with you? Look slowly by yourself. When you believe that I really like you, you will also like me, okay?"

In the quiet night, the man's words near his ear were gentle and nice, begging with a little bit, "Aji, open your eyes and look at me. If you don't look at me, how do you know if what I'm saying is the truth? Aji..."

Aji's face gradually turned red. It was not that she didn't want to see it, but she really didn't dare to see it.

Her body stopped shaking and her complexion was getting better. Zhao Chen's eyes smiled a little more, and he moved his right hand to her face, and his voice was even lower: "If you don't look at me, I'll kiss you. If you don't look at me, it means you actually want me to kiss you very much. Aju, you said, do you want me to kiss you very much? That happens, I want to kiss you too."

His breathing was getting closer and closer. As he was about to meet her, Aji was so panicked that he hid back and was hugged tightly by the man. Aji was afraid, so he finally opened his eyes to look at him, but only stared at his chin.

Zhao Chen held her face, moved down, looked straight into her eyes, with a gentle look: "Why don't you dare to look at me? I look scary?"

Aji's eyelashes were trembling, and her eyes dodged left and right, but she didn't want to stay on his face. He was so good-born that he stared at her like that...

She was shy and hurt. Zhao Chen moved his throat, held her hand and pulled it between the two of them, and asked her curiously: "I used to look like you didn't have any nails. Is this specially applied for getting married? Who did it for you?" When he was having a drink of wine, he wanted to touch this little hand carefully.

He looked down at her hand, but Aji dared to look at him. His eyes quickly turned around his face and returned to his own hands, but was attracted by his slender and fair hands. He explained unconsciously: "My mother helped me apply it the day before yesterday, so she doesn't use it very much."

She was finally willing to speak, Zhao Chen was more patient and praised softly: "It looks pretty good. If you teach me in the future, I will help you." He looked up at her.

His eyes were like water, and Aji immediately avoided it, and his hands wanted to retreat.

Of course Zhao Chen refused to let go, "Aji, I found that your feet are small and your hands are small. Come on, let's compare, see how much bigger my hands are than you." As he said that, he spread her fingers and asked her to stretch them out. He then pressed them on, touching his palms, "Look, it's so much worse."

Aji couldn't help but look over curiously. His nails were not long and clean, and her middle fingers just pressed on the second knuckle line of his middle finger.

When Zhao Chen saw her staring at the hands of the two, his heart moved, his five fingers slightly staggered, squeezed in through the gaps of her fingers, and then turned over and half pressed her, looking at her flushed face with moist eyes, "Aji, I want to kiss you, close your eyes."

He was so close that Aji instinctively closed his eyes and immediately regretted it. But before she could explain, the man's lips had fallen. She wanted to hide, but his head was confined by his right elbow with his body. She wanted to push him, but one hand could only touch his shoulder, and the other hand was held firmly by him. She wanted to open her lips, and his lips were pityed by him, and she tossed and turned gently, panicking her heart.

It was different from the one before. There was no domineering and strong force, only careful temptation. She didn't know how to respond, so he decided that she agreed and the temptation gradually deepened...

The slender feet of colorful butterflies gently fell on the stamens, as if they drifted to the illusory clouds, as if they were spring rain moistening the whole heart.

In a daze, he finally raised his head. Aji opened his eyes. In front of him was his deep phoenix eyes, and in his ears were the intertwined breaths of the two. She stared at him blankly, and his mind was still immersed in the strange throbbing he had just given. She seemed to see a similar struggle in the eyes of a man. Just as he was about to explore, he suddenly lay down, hugged her tightly, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, Aji, I won't force you, when you fall in love with me, I want you again."

His voice was very low, but Aji heard it clearly and was completely awake.

Just now, his hand had tried to penetrate her clothes, and she felt his desire, but now, he said he would not force her, and he would wait for her?

Aji couldn't believe it. He tried every means to marry her, but just because she still resisted, he was willing to endure it?

She quietly shrank in his arms, waiting for his next move, her heartbeat faster than before.

Zhao Chen slowly calmed down, rubbed his neck against her, and his lips slowly moved to her ear, touching gently, "Aji, do you think, am I very good to you? Isn't it?" It seemed as if all the wine I drank at night had occurred at this time. He kept asking her like a child who had done good deeds and needed to be praised for being praised.

He kissed her ear, and Aji suddenly thought of Youyou, and was tickling again, so he couldn't help laughing. With just this chuckle, Zhao Chen raised his head and looked at her in a daze. His fingers scratched the back of her earlobe. Aji immediately shrank his neck, and Taohua's eyes showed shame and anger, and then begged. Zhao Chen's eyes seemed to have starlight falling, and he smiled at her, and buried his head again.
Chapter completed!