Chapter 61:

The moon in the early spring night is covered by clouds, the light is very dark, and the temperature is low.
Yan Qing only wore a nightdress, her arms were thin and thin like white porcelain, and she was a little bit red. She did not care, so she focused on Huo Yunshen with all her attention, and confessed to him seriously.
Huo Yun deeply extinguished the smoke and leaned over to hug her. His body was so cold that he couldn't control it so well and hurt her.
"I know the smell of smoke is bad, you don't like it," he soaked in the fragrance of her hair, begging her hoarsely, "Be patient, don't push me away."
He had difficulty biting and said a word, Yan Qing's heart twitched painfully, and he embraced him decisively.
Push him away? What stupid words.
Yan Qing felt Huo Yunshen's abnormality, which was certainly not the ordinary reason for her oversleeping.
As soon as she wanted to question, she was picked up by him and strode back. When she returned to the bedroom, she was surprised to find that her husband's flawless cheek had a fresh scratch.
"How to get it!" Yan Qing grabbed him and touched it anxiously, "I was fine before I slept!"
Huo Yunshen covered her eyes with the palm of her hand: "If you accidentally get it, don't look."
He did not let her have a chance of contemplation, pressed her into the bed, pulled the quilt and wrapped himself together, and made it into a soft prison cage. He was the lock that trapped her.
He rubbed her face with his fingers and kissed heavily.
Between the lips and tongue, Yan Qing tasted the obvious smell in his mouth, and even had a bite like a bite. She tried to confirm some distance, but was held stronger by him and could not resist.
Huo Yunshen was not content in bed before, but it was too little to be so intense today.
At first, Yan Qing thought about asking him a wound, the full set of cat COS outfits not put on in the drawer, and the handmade waka she did n’t have time to send, but soon her thoughts were confused, and she was only completely accepted. To get what you want.
He was still at dawn, her throat was dry and she could no longer make a sound, physiological tears flowed across her face, and she hugged him on the shoulder, biting it non-lethally.
He picked her up to feed the water, finished feeding it in one bite, sucked the moistness of the corner of her lips, and supported her by the drinking fountain to continue.
When Yan Qing lay down on the bed again, the light through the gap between the curtains was already bright.
Her legs were sore and numb that she couldn't lift them up, lying softly, Yu Guang accidentally swept onto the nail beads beside the pillow. With only a glance, her half-stunned mind suddenly became sober.
... with blood stains? !
Deep wounds on his face ...
She prefers this kind of household items with small decorations, but has repeatedly confirmed that normal use can not hurt people, and you must make such a big mouth unless you specifically use it to mark it.
And there is a broken position in his mouth that he cannot bite by himself, more like being kissed by her while kissing ...
Yan Qing had some kind of terrifying hunch, and quickly turned around to ask what was happening, but saw Huo Yun's eyes closed, breathing heavily, and a clear blue under his eyes.
She didn't want to make a sound, enduring her doubts, comforting herself that she was probably overstressed.
If she had problems with her memory, and she had aggressive and unusual behaviors, how could she be unaware, without any impression.
Do n’t mess up, maybe it ’s all accidents and coincidences ...
Yan Qing was so frustrated by Huo Yunshen that he still stood up, kissed him by the wound, leaned back in his arms, and sang an old song for him quietly.
"... Time stops in your eyes, so afraid to speak, I want to live in your soul.
Stroke your head, sleep, I'm in your dreams.
No matter where you wake up, baby, I remember you. "
She sang "I remember you" several times, did not see Huo Yunshen's eyelashes slightly raised, staring at her motionlessly, until the dark pupil was covered with water mist, unable to see emotions clearly.
He hugged her tightly.
The wedding has been secretly prepared for the most part. In the wedding room on the top floor of the nebula, when she did not know, he was replaced with red eyes. The bed was covered with his selected wedding dresses, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were also decorated The happy candle.
He used to be a notorious maniac, and took her to a small rental house.
Qing Qing unfolded a white silk scarf around her thin waist, tilted her head and asked him with a smile: "Look, does it look like a wedding dress?"
Now that he has a real wedding dress, he just wants to kneel down and beg her not to forget.
If he forgot, he tied her with those white yarns and locked him in a world where he was alone.