The morning light of winter falls, sparkling.

Ji Yicheng's eyes were soft, as if they had condensed countless lights, deeply condensed her,

"Wife, I'm back home."

Suddenly, Jing Qingge's heart thrust, as if the waves of water shining by the sun passed through her heart, warm, warm, hot, just flowing slowly without any scruples...

He said, wife, I'm back home.

Her eyes were a little uncontrollable sore, and a hot flash surged up, gently stimulating the tear glands, almost sinking into his gentle arms.

...

Jing Qingge was taken to the villa by Ji Yicheng again with a dazed look on his face, and it looked exactly the same as the home she was looking forward to.

The light white combination sofa is filled with several brightly colored pillows, her favorite spiral staircase, and a large floor-to-ceiling window and a tatami covered with velvet blankets.

The sunlight that shone in from the window just fell on it. You could see the flowers planted in the garden outside the villa at a glance, and began to look forward to his life of sitting there with her to bask in the sun.

In the second floor bedroom, the naked pink floor-to-ceiling curtains and beautiful patterns are what she likes. They are simple and exquisite, but not complicated.

The floor was covered with white velvet blankets, a large double bed, with photos of them taking in Milan at the head of the bed, and a large area on the walls, where they were ready to put their wedding photos.

Ji Yicheng led Jing Qingge downstairs again.

...

"Bang", a slight sound.

She subconsciously looked up, and the next second, her bright eyes suddenly filled with countless broken lights.

There were small stars on the ceiling of the living room. Although it was daytime and the effect was not as obvious as at night, the flashes of lights were enough to touch her and tenderly linger, as if even her breathing became passionate in an instant.

Ji Yicheng looked at her quietly, his fingers tied tighter, raised his other hand, stroked her smile, and rubbed her slightly rough fingertips,

"Wife, do you still like it, our home."

His gorgeous bass sounded like the gentlest curse in the world, falling into her heart word by word, deeply engraved.

This is their home, his and her home.

Jing Qingge suddenly slapped his eyes, like the lightest butterfly wings. On tiptoe, she swung open between his thin lips with a trembling soft voice.

"I like it very much..."

I like it very much, I like it very much.

Perhaps it was not until this moment that she had such a strong understanding that from then on, she and him would spend the rest of their lives in their home.

This is their home...

Really, I like it very much.

Suddenly, a crystal clearness fell down the corner of his eyes, and the love could not be stopped. These were tears of happiness, which fell into the palm of his hand, touching each other even more.

Ji Yicheng kissed her back without hesitation, grabbed her plump lips, kissed her deeply, and described her most exquisite lip line, as if outlined by God's hand.

After exploring deeper, the slim tongue plundered every inch, holding on to the soft palate and penetrated into the throat.

With a breath of breath, the two of them all merged, and a heartbeat sounded pounding from their tight chests, making it even harder to tell who was who was.

"**..." Finally, my breathing was a little suffocated, and a faint sob overflowed between my lips and teeth.

Ji Yicheng's throat tightened and then loosened. Jing Qingge's cheeks flushed and he gasped even harder.
Chapter completed!