Is it hate?
Still scared?
When she lost her mind, Li Tingchen had already reached out and took the candlestick from her hand.
Then he gently took Su Qingyu’s hand, “I know you have a lot of questions, and I will tell you slowly, but the most important thing now is to fill your stomach. Are you hungry?””
Su Qingyu looked down at the fingers of the two of them. He was wearing the same ring as himself.
“Are you really my husband?”
husband?
She hadn’t called herself that for a long time, and Li Tingchen’s heart swayed, and even her Adam’s apple tightened.
He suppressed the excitement of his whole body, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, “It’s like a fake.”
Li Tingchen tilted her head slightly and left ambiguous words in her ear: “Do you need me to prove it?”
With a slight force of Li Tingchen’s hand, Su Qingyu’s body was attached to his arms.
The man who had just finished taking a shower came oncoming with water vapor all over his body, and the scent of bath liquid remained in the air.
Su Qingyu’s delicate palms were pressed against his chest, and the man’s hot body temperature made her feel a little hot.
His lips were softly speaking in her ear, “There is a mole on the inside of your thigh.”
The refreshing mint aroma spread on Su Qingyu’s skin, making her face flushed with shame.
Seeing her face full of red clouds, Li Tingchen thought of the moment when the two had just dated, and his eyebrows became softer.
He stretched out his hand and scraped the tip of her nose, “Don’t tease you anymore, eat first, and I will tell you exactly what you want to know after dinner.””
After speaking, Li Tingchen took Su Qingyu’s hand and left the bedroom. There were many photos of the two of them hanging in the corridor.
In every photo, she has a smile in her eyes, bright and cheerful, like a little sun.
For example, she was swinging in a garden full of roses, and Li Tingchen was pushing her behind. She didn’t know what she thought of. She looked at him sideways with a sweet smile, and his lowered eyelashes couldn’t cover the tenderness in his eyes.
Or she emerged from the water and grabbed the man on the shore. The man’s eyes were full of helplessness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly cocked.
She was catching butterflies in the distance, and the man put one hand in his pocket and stared at her tenderly.
These photos are very life-like, without the slightest contrived, each one gives people the feeling that she is making trouble and he is laughing.
The layout of the whole house is very warm, which makes her feel familiar. She has indeed lived here.