Night falls.
After Qian Zhaogang put the two children to sleep, he hesitantly stepped into his room.
Ling Zhouyang sat in front of the bronze mirror and took off the hairpin from her head.
"Why do you keep standing there?" Through the bronze mirror, Ling Zhouyang saw Qian Zhao standing by the door.
Qian Zhao's hands were behind his back, and he rubbed his hands nervously: "I'm going to the guest room to sleep."
Ling Zhouyang turned her head, her long hair spread over her shoulders, and her unpainted face looked a little surprised.
She frowned slightly: "What? Are you afraid that people in your clan will talk about it?"
"No, we are not married. I..." Qian Zhao, who used to be sharp-tongued, now stuttered.
Ling Zhouyang stood up, walked to the door, closed it, and bolted it.
She approached Qian Zhao and whispered: "The two children are six years old, so what's the matter if they are not married?"
"I said it six years ago in Yumian Town, you are my husband, whether we are married or not, you will still be my husband."
Looking at Qian Zhao, her eyes flickered: "Unless, in the past few years, you have fallen in love with a girl from another family, otherwise you can only be mine."
Qian Zhao shook his head gently and said softly: "I don't like anyone else, I only like you."
"Then what are you worried about? Don't you miss me at all these past six years?" Ling Zhouyang raised her hand and climbed onto Qian Zhao's neck, and the herbal fragrance she carried all year round rushed into Qian Zhao's nose. .
Qian Zhao's heart trembled slightly: "I think about it all the time."
After saying this, Ling Zhouyang stood up on tiptoes and kissed Qian Zhao's lips.
Her kiss was like a dragonfly touching water, and she was about to leave at the slightest touch.
But how could Qian Zhao allow her to leave? All the longing for her for more than five years burst out at this moment.
Qian Zhao put his arms around Lingzhouyang's waist and locked her in his arms. He held her head and deepened the kiss.
Seeing Qian Zhao letting himself go wild, a chuckle came from Ling Zhouyang's throat.
Ling Zhouyang's hand gently untied Qian Zhao's girdle. Qian Zhao's body stiffened for a moment, and then he grabbed Ling Zhouyang's troublesome hand.
After letting go of Ling Zhouyang, Qian Zhao swallowed and looked at Ling Zhouyang with some confusion.
"General Qian, you can't do things halfway, right?" Ling Zhouyang had a slight smile in her bright eyes.
Qian Zhao's tone was full of helplessness: "Ayang."
The most intimate behavior between him and Ayang was when he was drugged, but now they are both awake.
"Qian Zhaozhao, in my heart, you have been my husband for a long time, so don't be afraid of loving me, okay?" After saying that, Ling Zhouyang kissed Qian Zhao's Adam's apple with a sly smile on her lips.
Ling Zhouyang's voice and eyes were all bewitching. She took Qian Zhao's hand and put it on her waist.
"Qian Zhaozhao, now that we are all awake, let's start from here, okay?"
Qian Zhao pursed his lips. He knew in his heart that this shouldn't happen, but after missing her for more than five years, he was able to control himself just now, which was already his best effort.
Ah Yang stood in front of him now, with long hair draped around her waist, charming eyes, and lips that were moist from the kiss they just had.
The desire in his heart became stronger and stronger. The person he loved stood in front of him, and asked him not to be afraid of loving her.
In the end, longing and desire defeated reason, and Qian Zhao indulged in the gentle countryside of Lingzhou Yang, unable to extricate himself.
On the canopy bed, the curtains fell, and the two figures overlapped.
Qian Zhao put his arms around Ling Zhouyang's slender and white waist and passionately kissed the birthmark under her collarbone.
Ling Zhouyang's white legs were wrapped around Qian Zhao's waist, feeling the joy that the person on her body brought to her.
Take off your clothes, your indulgence will be unlimited.
Leave the headlight behind the tent and wait for a look at Yi Jiao's face.
