Shen Yiran sneered at himself upon hearing the words. When did he start bringing her nothing but trouble? He slowly let go of her hand and pretended to et by chance as he walked towards the restroom.
Dudu clenched her wrist, which still held his lingering warmth, making her heart tremble again and again, as if there was still so room for maneuver.
She told her family about the divorce the very sa day. Her mother scolded her for a long ti, but she just listened quietly.
The scolding had ended, and the reasoning was given, but she just couldn’t convince her own heart.
During the National Day holiday, she received an invitation to attend An’an and Xiaoxiao’s wedding. The two sisters held the wedding on the sa day, and most of the guests were relatives.
An’an, in a white wedding dress, stood in front of the mirror looking at herself. Today was the day she was dressed up to get married...
Images of her first encounter with Su Yan flashed through her mind. She still rembered saying, "Little Uncle’s eyes are so beautiful."
It seed like just a mont ago, but they had gone through so much in between. After twenty years of companionship, now they were married, leaving rumors and gossip behind. She felt an unreal sense of happiness.
The wedding was quite ordinary—church, white wedding dress, walking down the aisle, everything by the book.
The two couples walked up the red carpet together, accompanied by sacred music, listening to the priest’s vows.
When the words "I do" were spoken, An’an’s eyes turned red. Su Yan leaned in and kissed her. In this sacred place, she in her white wedding dress, he in his white suit, they made their promises to spend the rest of their lives together...
Xiaoxiao, just like her na, had a smile on her face from the beginning to the end of the wedding. Perhaps it was because the person standing next to her was the one she loved.
At night, in the dimly lit bridal chamber filled with the rich scent of roses, An’an sat at the edge of the bed in her wedding dress and looked at him, softly calling, "Little Uncle..."
Su Yan walked over, his gaze falling on her under the warm yellow light. He stopped in front of her, placed his hand on her face, and softly asked, "Are you ready?"
An’an shrank her neck and shyly looked away, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
Su Yan’s hand moved to the back of her head, his gaze on her turned increasingly intimate. Without further hesitation, he did what he had wanted to do for a long ti. This ti it was no longer an act.
His hand slid to the zipper at her back, slowly unzipping her wedding dress, peeling away that barrier...
Completing what they couldn’t finish last ti.
"Does it hurt?"
An’an tightly gripped the bed sheet, bit her lip, and nodded.
Su Yan stopped his movents, reached out to release her lips, and said, "Cry out."
An’an opened her eyes and looked at him, unwilling to let such sounds escape from her mouth. Su Yan dared not hurt her anymore, and only after a long while of tender lovemaking did he stop. By then, she was completely exhausted and collapsed in his arms.
"Little Uncle, will I give you a baby?"
Su Yan stroked her head and looked down at her, "From now on, call husband."
An’an turned her head away, pretending to be arrogant, and said, "That depends on my mood. When I’m in a good mood, I will call you husband. When I’m not, I will call you Su Yan."
Su Yan caressed her head and said, "Call once, let hear it."
"No, you just hurt ."
"If you don’t call, I will do it again."
An’an imdiately looked at him with grievance, "We just got married and you’re already bullying ."
He gently urged her, "Hurry up."
An’an pursed her lips, looked at him, leaned close to his ear, and softly said, "Husband..."
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