"You're back."
As soon as Wenxin saw Yan Motou, she immediately put down the spoon in her hand and ran over.
With bright eyes, she threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
He caught her steadily, Without letting her sway, she hugged his strong waist and happily rubbed her face against his broad chest.
The buttons of the military uniform soaked in the cold outside were pressed against her cheeks, feeling cold and cold, and the fabric of the clothes was slightly rough rubbing her skin, but smelling the clean and soapy scent of him made her feel indescribably comfortable. and peace of mind.
Yama put one hand around her, turned her body sideways, and gently closed the door with the other hand.
Wen Xin looked up at him with a smile on her face, and said softly and considerately: "Are you very tired?
Is it hard on the road?
Did you miss me?
I miss you very much.
I miss you very much."
"After saying that, she shyly put her face against his chest again, listening to his steady heartbeat.
As if the ice and snow were melting, Yan Motou hugged her and said softly "Hmm".
Seeing her relying on him and acting coquettishly, his eyes softened slightly unconsciously.
He reached out and touched her hair, and gently touched her forehead.
Plant a kiss.
"Happy New Year."
"You too, Happy New Year, but why are you back so late?
Have you eaten there?
I made a table of your favorite dishes.
If you don't come back, the dishes will be almost cold."
If it were the past, the two of them would When we were together alone, when there were no outsiders, he would hug her very tightly, and then he would bury his head in her neck and tell her deeply that he missed her.
But he didn't do it just now.
He just kissed her on the forehead.
Wen Xin felt a little dissatisfied, but she still understood his hard work.
She knew from this paragraph in the book that the male protagonist was transferred to another military region and was very busy after that.
The heroine had been communicating with him for a long time, without any specific meeting, but she didn't remember the time.
It turned out to be this time.
Great, it's not far from his army.
When the military camp is built and there is a family building, she can go visit him.
"I haven't eaten."
Yan Zeyang let go of her.
"Then why do you smell of alcohol all over your nose?"
Wen Xin sniffed, her nose was very good, he just hummed, and she smelled the alcohol.
"We had two drinks at the military party."
He pulled her off, turned around, took off his hat, and hung it on the hanger next to him, revealing a crew cut, a resolute and handsome side face, and warm eyes without blinking.
She looked a little obsessed with it.
This face was what she liked.
She felt like she could like it for the rest of her life.
"Then let's eat.
I've cooked mutton soup.
You can take a sip to warm yourself up and get rid of the cold."
"Um."
Amidst the bursts of firecrackers outside and the screaming and playing of a group of children on the street, Wenxin served the mutton soup.
Yan Motou had already washed her hands and sat at the table.
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She warmly prepared a table of meat and vegetables.
She also bought some rice wine from her fellow villagers.
They each poured a small glass.
The rice wine was sweet but not intoxicating, and was delicious. , refreshing and thirst quenching.
The TV was turned on by Wen Xin.
There was no gala at this time, but there were foreign programs.
Wen Wen watched the two people inside talking about the talk show, with exaggerated language and exaggerated expressions.
Although the program was not good, it was more lively.
There are fireworks flashing on the glass windows and the faint sound of firecrackers, which is full of New Year flavor.
Yan Zeyang sat seriously at the dining table, and the warm little bird sat next to him, "Drink some mutton soup.
I made it without being smelly.
It's delicious and tonic.
I've been making it for a long time."
Yan Motou took a sip and found that the soup was indeed delicious and not smelly at all.
The food she made was always delicious.
He drank all the mutton soup that Wen Wen scooped into his bowl, and also ate a lot of the food on the table.
Wen Wen liked the rice wine, and it was very sweet, so he drank a little too much without realizing it.
She was flushed, a little drunk, and talked too much.
Demon Head Yan glanced at her silently, and also drank a glass of rice wine.
After dinner, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
Naturally, Wen Xin didn't need to do anything to wash the dishes.
Yan Motou washed the dishes in the kitchen.
After Wen Xin cleaned up the living room, he ran to the kitchen and hugged him from behind.
She likes to hold his waist the most.
Her hands can be put together just right.
His back is solid and broad, and she likes to put her face on it the most.
Yan Zeyang looked at the pair of tender little hands clasped in front of him.
He paused, then continued to wash the dishes.
After washing, he put the things away and then pulled away from her.
Zhengse said to her, "Wenxin, do you still remember the first time we met?"
"Remember" Wen Xin certainly remembered, "What's the matter?
I still remember that I was wearing a skirt and it was torn by you.
I patched it up later."
"Where did you buy that skirt?"
Yan Zeyang continued.
Of course, Wen Xin ignored where to buy it.
He didn't know the place when he told her.
Even if she was drunk, she still knew how to change the subject and said: "By the way, do you like that dress?
How about I wear it for you now?"
Look."
She looked like a little fairy when she put it on.
Even though she was a little embarrassed when they first met, it didn't stop her from getting up wherever she fell.
She was defenseless against Yan Zeyang.
After saying that, she happily ran into her bedroom and quickly pulled out a small box with a metal lining and exquisite bamboo and rattan workmanship from the closet.
She opened the combination lock, rummaged through it, and took out a small box from the closet. skirt.
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When she turned around, she saw Yama standing at the door looking at her at some unknown moment.
She quickly put the box, locked it, and put it in the back of the closet.
Then she pushed the person who had been watching her out so that she could change her clothes.
It was a bit cold in the room, but Wenxin had just drank the big tonic sheep soup extracted by the system.
Her whole body was hot from the drink, and white steam was coming out of her head.
She didn't feel cold at all.
She put on her skirt, intending to prepare for the embarrassing moment when they first met.
Look for ways to make up for it.
This was the dress she was wearing when she came here, and it was also the only dress she had left in her hands in the other world.
Made entirely of silk fabrics, it is a small fresh floral skirt.
The color is very cute.
It makes you walk like a fairy.
It is half-shoulderless at the front.
If you lift it up, it will just go over your shoulders.
If you pull it up, it will be half-shouldered.
This dress It's a long skirt, and the focus is all on the shoulders and back.
The back of the dress is in a big V shape.
It's only crossed with a few straps, revealing part of the beautiful back, which is very eye-catching.
After Wen Xin put it on, she couldn't wait to run out and show it to Yan Zeyang.
Yan Motou saw her running out with her skirt in hand like a little fairy, her shoulders exposed with large snow muscles, looking at him with a sweet smile on her face, and turned around happily in front of him, " Does it look good?”
"Who made this dress for you?"
Yama asked calmly with his sharp black eyes, looking at her from top to bottom, and finally staring at her.
"Can I do it myself?"
Seeing his serious look, which was also very warm and boring, she said unhappily: "What's wrong with you?
You look unhappy when you come back today.
It's not easy for us to meet each other."
If she had known he was like this, She won't wear this dress anymore.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
he asked.
There is a trace of drunkenness on Wenxin's face, and there are many things that he is hiding in his heart.
They are all unspeakable, and you don't believe me even if you tell him.
You can't blame me for not telling him.
But he said, "No, I have nothing to hide from you.
This is the Chinese New Year, let's have a good time, okay?"
Wen Xin couldn't help but pull his arm, but Yan Zeyang saw her snow-white arm exposed in the air.
Watching her arm move, half of the snow-white shape was vaguely exposed on the gauze of her chest.
There was a faint feeling of fire or anger in his heart.
"If you don't like it, forget it, I'll change it."
Wen Xin felt a little aggrieved, and after saying that, he turned around and went back to the room.
But a hand stretched out, grabbed her arm, and pulled hard.
Wen Xin felt that the pulling force was so strong that she felt like a kite blown by the wind, and then she was pulled into a hard embrace. .
It hurt so hard when the hard chest hit her cheek.
Before she could react, her cheek was lifted up, and then cold lips pressed against her defenselessly.
It wasn't the first time they kissed, but this time she felt that his strength was so strong.
Was it because he was drunk?
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He was not as gentle as before, and his movements were a bit rough.
His lips and tongue penetrated into the woman Ying's arms without mercy.
The red lips ruthlessly captured the sweetness and fragrance in her mouth, and repeatedly touched her delicate lips and tongue, making constant pecking and sucking sounds.
Because of the force just now, he pulled off one shoulder of Wenxin's skirt.
This skirt was originally a little shoulder-baring, so after it was pulled off, it would naturally reveal its youthful beauty.
Yan Motou gave her a "pop" and sucked hard on her pink lips and uvula.
Then he looked down at her and saw the top of the snow at a glance, just like the bright red cherry blossoms blooming on the snow-capped mountains in winter.
At that moment, he closed his eyes slightly, with a cold face, silently picked her up, walked into the bedroom, and then kicked the door hard with his foot, and the door made a "click" sound.
On New Year's Eve night outside, firecrackers were crackling.
But he walked to the bed and put him on the bed.
He stared at her with his deep eyes.
Seeing her lying in a blue sky, with skin as thick as cream and a body of beautiful colors like clouds, he rolled his throat, He reached out and pulled off the military uniform on his body, threw it aside, and then stared at her as he unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
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