C115 (2/2)

”Swish!”

He was getting a little anxious, with a little bit of force from his hands, he tore off his clothes, causing the buttons to fly as Zi Yan hugged her chest in shock.

”A-Ting, don't do this! Let go of me!”

Zi Yan was a little scared, she had never seen Zhuo Weitang like this, even when they were married in the past, he wasn't this angry.

”Are you saying that I'm going to rape and rape you again?”

Zhuo Weoting's hand stopped, but his eyes were filled with flickering flames.

”A-Ting, you know what? Can you give me some time?” I promise you, we'll start over, but we can't... ”Ugh …”

Zi Yan's explanation was unnecessary, Zhuo Wei Ting had already decided, no matter what, today he would get Zi Yan. It had been seven years, and in these seven years he hadn't had a single woman, so she should give him a taste of her sweetness.

”I can, I've waited for you for seven years, I have always believed that you were still alive. If you were truly gone, I would never marry. Yan'er, can you understand the pain?”

Zhuo Wei Ting kissed Zi Yan, his hand moving across Zi Yan's body, and Yan'er's body becoming more mature than before.

He had already felt it when he was in the elevator last time. Perhaps it was because he had a child, which made it even harder for Zhuo WeiTing to control himself.

”I'm sorry, I overlooked this.”

Zi Yan felt very guilty as she listened to Zhuo WeiTing's painful breathing.

”Wife, I love you. I started seven years ago, maybe even earlier.”

He knew that his Yan'er had returned, and his wife had returned. In the future, he would be very happy every single day.

”Hubby, I love you too.”

Zi Yan closed her eyes and gave her red lips. A promise was very important, but at this moment, feeling was the most important.

It had been seven years. No matter if it was her or A-Ting, they both needed to truly feel each other's presence.

”Yan'er!”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and buried himself in the soft embrace that he had longed for for for so long.

”Mm, promise to go to hell.”

Before her rationality was driven away, a sentence appeared in Zi Yan's throat.

”Wife, thinking like this is right. No one can stop us from loving each other, no one can stop us from being together, so you are not allowed to think about anyone else. You can only think about me, your husband, and look at me, letting us regain our former feelings.”

Seeing that Zi Yan's starry eyes were slightly shut, Zhuo Weitang ordered.

Zi Yan seemed to be bewitched, and she slightly opened her eyes.

Looking at Zhuo WeiTing, his memory had returned to seven years ago. At that time, although he had been in a daze, he had been truly happy, especially defending her at A-Ting. For her birth.

Zi Yan slowly stretched out her hand and wrapped it around Zhuo Weitang's neck, her eyes shining with an intoxicating gentleness.

”Yan'er, all these years, I have been looking for you. I have always hoped that we could reunite and be together. At that time, I realized that I could not leave you behind in my life.”

Zhuo WeiTing's breathing was filled with a deep sense of love. All these years, he had been looking forward to this day.

She was looking forward to the day when she could hold Yan'er in her arms and return to her warm body.

”A-Ting, all these years, I've wanted to love, love, and hate you. My thoughts and thoughts have always been united with you.”

Zi Yan's eyes were sparkling, all these years she had been able to hold on because of her love and hatred for him.

”Yan'er, I love you. We will never separate again.”

Along with Zhuo Weitang's heavy breathing and a forceful movement, the lovers who had been separated for seven years finally had each other at this moment.

The temperature in the room grew higher and higher, and the men and women began the prelude to the night.

”Ugh!” Wife, please don't leave me again, okay? ”

Zi Yan's delicate body tightly clung onto his strong body. Before, Zi Yan had always been able to silently endure, but now, she was more of a collaborator, knowing how to make both sides happy.

A series of ”oh” sounds came out from Zi Yan's throat, like a aphrodisiac, causing Zhuo WeiTing to be unable to stop himself.

The union of love, every call, is the voice of love.

”Wife, promise me, don't leave me again.”

Zhuo Weating sought out Zi Yan's resonance time and time again as Zi Yan's tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and fell on her pillow.

She loved him, she really loved him. Even after seven years had passed, she knew that he was the only one in her heart. If she betrayed her friend and was truly going to hell, then she would rather sink into the flames of love.

No matter what Zhuo WeiTing asked for, Zi Yan didn't respond. Other than this kind of love between a man and a woman, there was also a love that entangled her.

As if afraid to press Zi Yan down, Zhuo WeiTing exchanged places with Zi Yan. He held Zi Yan and had her lie down on his chest.

A tear inadvertently fell on his chest, burning his heart.

”Yan'er, what's wrong?”

Only now did Zhuo Weitang realize that Zi Yan was crying. He reached out his hand to turn on the light in the resting room, and seeing that there were tears on Zi Yan's rosy face, he nervously held her face in his hands.

Zi Yan didn't say anything. She just tightly hugged Zhuo Weitang and buried her head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling this true love of hers.

”Yan'er, is it because of me, or him?”

Zhuo Weitang had extinguished all the lights in the lounge. Only then did he realize that the city had already entered into the night. The interior of the house was somewhat dark, and only the contours of each other's faces could be seen.

”All of them, A-Ting. Our marriage has' expired ', right?”

Zi Yan's voice seemed to be choked with sobs. What was the expiration date she was talking about?

Is it a legal validity period? Was it a psychological barrier?

”Yan'er, you still want to leave me?”