Jiang Xinyou was very itchy after being unable to peek.

Little did he know that inside the bridal chamber, Leng Yan had slowly lifted off the wedding scarves on Qian Duan's cheeks, met her rosy cheeks, and heard her ask softly: "Didn't you say... the surprise won't come for a few days?

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"It won't be a surprise if you are prepared."

After saying that, his slender fingers were slightly bent, hooked Qian Shuang's sharp white chin, slowly raised her little face, and kissed her bright red lips.

The whole heart seemed to be burned by something, and the body couldn't help but wrap around slightly, softly falling into his arms, allowing him to erode it. Every inch of the skin under the strokes of his fingers seemed to

It ignited countless fires.

Unknowingly, he had gently opened the shirt on his chest, and his fair skin was tightly wrapped by his hot palms. There was a glimmer of water on his slightly parted lips. Leng Yan lowered his eyes and smiled, leaning against her.

Touching Qian Shuang's forehead: "What should I do? I can't seem to stop..."

The memory seems to return to that time.

They seem to be incompatible with each other in another dimension, but in fact they help each other secretly.

She still remembered that when he was only six years old, he appeared by her side. Although he was always fierce, he constantly helped her solve problems.

He didn't want her to get hurt, and he even carefully suppressed his sincerity. When he saw her dating and getting close to other boys later, he just treated her like a show and sarcastically mocked her from time to time, but he never told her how much he felt in his heart.

Disaster.

She still remembers that the year Ye Yang passed away, he appeared next to her again, but Chang Jingxuan used illusions to trap them in an illusion. At that time, she was only sixteen years old, but his appearance had never changed, even

Becoming more and more chic.

All day and night, they faced the same face, first discussing how to break the illusion, and then failed to find it, so they had to wait quietly. Gradually, the words between them became less and less. She had not even recovered the memory of the divine world.

I could vaguely guess something, and when I asked him, he didn't answer.

Two full years passed like this. When she was eighteen years old, he carved a wooden bracelet for her, with fine patterns on it.

This gift was his twelfth birthday gift to her, but she never knew when his birthday was.

Leng Yan rarely spoke at that time, probably because he had been trapped in the illusion for too long. The two of them were relatively speechless most of the time, but when she suddenly received such a gift, she realized that he had always remembered the date, and was in the wooden house.

He could forget everything except her birthday.

He was probably moved, otherwise he wouldn't have said such words later.

Thinking of this, Qian Shuang couldn't help but smile and raised her eyes to look at Leng Yan: "Do you know that you are much gentler now than before?"

His fingers entangled with hers, slowly caressing her fingertips, and answered easily: "Actually... it can be better..."

As he said that, he hugged her tightly in his arms, and the sound of steady and powerful heartbeats reached his ears, shaking his heart. At that moment, Qian Shuang couldn't describe what he felt. It seemed that he had never been so happy in his life.

Pass.

Her fingers couldn't help but gradually moved up and wrapped around his thin neck. Her eyes were shining, reflecting the red candles jumping around: "Don't you say that you can't stop? If you can't stop, don't stop...
Chapter completed!