Chapter 49 Emotional

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Cheng Xiang nodded gently: "If you find anything, tell me, I also want to know."

"Okay" Zhou Tianlei agreed.

At this time, the two of them were left in the quiet space. No one said anything, just sitting quietly like this. Cheng Xiang's index finger was as soft as a bone, allowing Zhou Tianlei to hold it in his hand, rub it and play with it.

Although he knew it was getting late and there were still children at home, Cheng Xiang was still eager for the tranquility at this moment and wanted to sit beside him for a while longer.

There was a faint smell of smoke coming from him, and Cheng Xiang thought of the way he smoked just now. The smoke was filled with a casual and casual feeling, which was extremely sexy.

Cheng Xiang remembered that he didn't like men who smoked before, but now he found the faint smell of tobacco on his body particularly attractive.

She looked down at the big hand that was squeezing her fingers. The knuckles were clear and slender, making Cheng Xiang, who was somewhat hand-controlled, couldn't help but stretch out his fingers to poke the raised veins on the back of his hand.

The moment he was touched by her hand, Zhou Tianlei's movements froze and he raised his eyes to look at her. At this time, she also raised a pair of peach blossom eyes and stared at him.

This woman is very good at looking at others with a pair of wet eyes and a harmless expression.

She looks delicate and frail, with a natural cuteness, but inside she has a strong aura and is sober and transparent.

Be as gentle as water to those you like, and as tough and sharp as a rose with thorns to those you don't like.

"I thought you didn't know how to smoke." Cheng Xiang looked into his eyes and said.

"You don't like it?" Zhou Tianlei asked her with raised eyebrows.

Cheng Xiang lowered his head and groaned, then said softly: "I didn't like it before, but I don't seem to hate it that much now."

Seeing her beautiful eyes and smiling face, Zhou Tianlei wanted to hold him in his arms.

He stopped her waist, pulled her close, lowered his head and pecked her lips, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like it?"

Cheng Xiang raised the corners of his mouth and nodded gently, closing his eyes to welcome his kiss.

Zhou Tianlei's eyes were full of desire at this time, and he wanted to eat her.

He held her waist with his big hands, lowered his head and kissed her red lips deeply.

Attack the city and curl up her soft lips and tongue.

When he felt her response, his mind exploded instantly, making it even more difficult to control himself.

Cheng Xiang closed her eyes slightly and allowed him to invade between her lips and tongue. She climbed up his neck with her hands and rubbed the skin on his neck with her small hands.

Feeling Zhou Tianlei's slight trembling, his lips and teeth went deeper.

Cheng Xiang couldn't help but moan softly after being kissed by him. He didn't know that moaning softly in this life would be a fatal temptation for Zhou Tianlei.

Cheng Xiang felt a big hand reach out from the bottom of his shirt. When the hot hand covered his waist, the heat made her body tense up.

The hand moved around her waist, rubbing it. The heat in his palm easily ignited the desire in Cheng Xiang's heart, and she couldn't help but move her body closer to him.

Suddenly her body was suspended in the air, she was picked up, and placed on a pair of thighs in the same kissing position.

Cheng Xiang put one hand on the back of the man's neck, and covered the man's face with the other, his lips and teeth intertwined, deeply immersed in it.

After measuring for a long time, Cheng Xiang felt like he was being poked by something hard.

Suddenly realizing something, he jumped off Zhou Tianlei like a frightened little animal.

Blushing and staring at him, her eyes moved to a certain part of his body, looking at the bulging pile there in disbelief.

Zhou Tianlei looked at her affection and stood up awkwardly, slowly calming down the restlessness in his heart and body.

He stood in front of Cheng Xiang, his figure covering her petite body. He looked down at her moist and swollen lips. The restlessness that had calmed down swept over him again. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to continue.

And Cheng Xiang had already set off a storm in his mind. What was that? Is it that one? Right?

how could be? It shouldn't be.

Seeing the lust in the man's eyes as deep as the waves, she became even more convinced that the man who poked her just now was definitely not the key in his pocket.

Zhou Tianlei knew that he had always doubted his ability, and he didn't care, because one day he would prove his ability to him.

But not now, not in this dark and cramped hut. She is a noble rose in his heart and cannot be desecrated. He will give her a grand wedding where a matchmaker marries her.

On their wedding night, in their new house, they will complete that sacred and solemn thing.

At this moment, he only fell in love with her gentle and caring lips.

Just as he was about to cover her lips again, there was a knock on the door.

Chen Tian knocked on the door outside and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother Lei, it's getting dark. Should I send my sister-in-law home?"

Zhou Tianlei let go of Cheng Xiang with a sigh of relief and helped her tidy up her clothes.

Open the door and look at Chen Tian.

Chen Tian was stunned when he saw Zhou Tianlei's expression outside the door.

A very familiar black face. This expression was what Brother Lei had when he looked at him for a long time after he gave the cat to his sister-in-law.

Chen Tian looked at the door with a dazed look on his face.

"No one can worry." Zhou Tianlei complained in his heart, and then said: "No, you are on duty today, and I will take your sister-in-law home."

Leaving behind Chen Tian who looked hopeless, Zhou Tianlei took his beloved wife's hand and left the factory gate.

Today is a clear day, with a new moon hanging crescent on the treetops.

Zhou Tianlei held Cheng Xiang's hand and walked slowly.

Cheng Xiang looked at his burly figure, his waist was straight and straight, and he exuded masculinity. He was worthy of having experienced the army. Even after leaving the army for so many years, his military heritage has not diminished at all.

The original owner grew up in a military compound. His grandfather and father were both soldiers. He had seen countless soldiers since he was a child, although they all had the heroic temperament of soldiers.

But compared with Zhou Tianlei, it is slightly inferior.

"Where did you serve as a soldier before?" Cheng Xiang asked curiously.

"Border." Zhou Tianlei answered succinctly.

Cheng Xiang felt great sadness. She came from a later generation and could understand the hardships of border guards through television and the Internet.

They guard the borders of the motherland, on islands where the heat is unbearable and poisonous insects are rampant, on plateaus covered with ice and snow, or in desert swamps. They endure extreme weather, inconvenient transportation, difficult living conditions, dangerous combat environments, and endure loneliness and lack of respect for their hometown. Thoughts of loved ones.

She remembered that during the Spring Festival Gala every year, reporters would interview border guards. Most of them were children in their 20s. Their young faces were covered with weather, their skin was rough and chapped, and their innocent smiles showed the pride of protecting their homeland and country.

Only when he talks about his family, a trace of sadness appears on his young face. At this time, Cheng Xiang always has tears in his eyes.

She is not an angry young person, but every time she sees the hardships of soldiers and the thousands of miles traveled by military wives, she is always moved and her heart surges.

When the conflict on the Indian border occurred that year, one of the heroes who died was the cousin of her good friend.

She accompanied her friends to see the hero off. The grief and despair of her family once made her hide her face and cry bitterly.

She admires soldiers. How lucky she is to be the descendant of a soldier in this life, and how lucky she is to be the wife of a soldier.