Chapter 488 Continue Morning Exercise
consequences I deserved…” Su Manxue pulled Tong Yi Mo’s hand again, promising earnestly.Tong Yimo looked at Su Manxue, only to see tears still glimmering in her eyes.Even if you don't value friendshi..."Then why haven't you contacted me at all for over a month" Tong Yimo asked in a choked voice.
Cold Night said helplessly, "I thought you were still mad at me. What if you say something else that makes me so angry I spit blood How would I handle that I don't want you to make me die of anger, leaving you a young widow. And I definitely don't want you to marry another man!"
Tong Yimo, overjoyed and weeping, grabbed Leng Yechen's neck, sobbing: "Big brother, I'm sorry."
"You're finally not mad at me" Leng Ye raised his sword brows slightly.
"I'm not angry anymore." She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, pitifully sniffing. "Even if you hit me or scold me now, I wouldn't be angry!"
"I don't want to fight you, nor do I want to scold you. All I want right now is to kiss you. Are you not angry" Leng Yechen leaned down and whispered softly into her ear.
Tong Yimo's thoughts stopped abruptly. When she looked up at him, he had already lowered his head. It was precise and yet seemed accidental, as if naturally and gently taking her lips that were as delicate as petals.
When lips met lips, the kiss quenched his thirst for longing that had been disguised for over a month.
She probably doesn't know how many drafts of messages he has in his phone that he hasn't sent her.
In the message, he repeatedly typed: Yimo, are you still mad at me Yimo, please don't be angry with me anymore. Yimo, can't you make a compromise with me this once Yimo, could you give me a call Yimo...
When he learned that she had silently come to France to find him, heaven knows how happy he was.
When he had finished his engagements and gone through half the schedule of meeting today's guests, he couldn't wait to go back to his room to find her. He wanted to take her to the final banquet, introduce her to the group of wealthy nobles, and let everyone know that she was his beloved wife.
Who knew, this little woman simply disappeared without a word again.
This made him furious, his anger bubbling over with no place to go.
A satisfied sigh escaped Leng Ye's thin lips, and then he uncontrollably deepened his plunder, devouring the woman in his arms with even more fervor, her maddeningly alluring lips.
He kissed her, pulling her body toward the house.
The moment the door closed automatically, the white bathrobe she was wearing slipped from her body as he tugged at it with his large hand.
The next day, morning.
After the rain, sunlight, mixed with the scent of earth and fresh flowers, shone through the thin curtains, casting shadows on the rosy cheeks of the person lying in bed.
Tong Yi Mo's flushed sleeping face was so adorable that Leng Ye Chen couldn't help but want to take a bite, personally tasting the sweetness that had whetted his appetite.
His obsidian eyes, reflecting a passionate gleam, gazed intently at Tong Yimo's sleeping face.
Newlyweds are often said to be blissfully tired, but not him. He had slept poorly all night, tossing and turning with excitement, yet he didn't feel the least bit weary. His exhilaration and anticipation only grew as the sun rose higher in the sky.
Yi Mo was curled up under the white sheets, her fragrant shoulders and slender arms exposed to the air, still bearing the marks of his kisses from last night.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Just as he frantically pulled the phone out of his pocket and hung up, he still startled the little woman beside him.
Good morning.
In the cold night, Chen Zhi lifted his head and lay on his side, gently placing a good morning kiss on Tong Yimo's brow.
Tong Yimo dazedly raised her hand, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She looked like she wanted to continue sleeping but couldn't. It was so adorable that his desire surged again.
"Brother," she called softly.
"Huh"
"Am I dreaming"
"Why do you say that" he asked gently.
Tong Yi Mo only then truly awoke, gazing at Leng Ye Chen's handsome face, and then replied, "It felt like I was dreaming, not very real."
"Then pinch my face, and see if it hurts." Leng Yechen主動湊了過去.
Tong Yimo couldn't help but smile as she pinched Leng Yeshen's cheek, but she hesitated to use any force.
"Honey."
She couldn't help but giggle.
"Honey, come here and listen."
"No."
“From now on, you are not allowed to eat medicine after meals. It’s bad for your health.”
"Good." She answered this time with surprising eagerness.
“I’m not a young man anymore, I’m old enough to be a father.” He murmured, giving her soft lips a tender kiss. He smiled at her shy expression and then leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a teasing whisper, “My darling wife, give me a little lover, okay”
After he finished speaking, he held her face and gently kissed her lips, his fingertips lightly caressing her delicate neck and cheeks. It was like a surge of electricity "zipping" through every cell in her body, making her blush and tremble with shyness.
Because he wanted her again, his kiss deepened, filled with passion and fervor, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
As a result, this beautiful morning run was interrupted by the ringtone of my phone.
Cold Night ignored her, lifting Tong Yimo's head and deepening the kiss. Then he moved to her adorable ear, tracing it with his tongue and gently nibbling on it.
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