Chapter 940 Marriage Sign

Does he have a point?

Leng Zhiyuan ignored him, it was all her fault.

Zhou Yao pinched her little face lovingly, she lowered her eyes, he was tall, he could only look down at her, from this angle he could see her small nose wing as fragrant as a tube of jade.

He couldn't help leaning down and kissing her nose tip, "Wife, you are so beautiful!"

Leng Zhiyuan still ignored him, but her heart was sweetened a little bit, women like to hear love words, she is no exception.

She finally saw it, slapping her and then giving her a date to coax, this is his routine.

At this time, the black shadow pressed into the sight, and he kissed her.

Leng Zhiyuan grabbed the bathrobe around his waist with two small hands, he kissed her quickly and heavily, the strong masculinity poured into her taste buds like burning her whole body, she was unstoppable and indulged in his kiss.

"Don't do it here, let's go...to the bed..."

"Let's go later, let's do it here first! Wife, don't talk, hold me tight!" He spoke hoarsely.

Leng Zhiyuan knew that he hadn't stopped tonight, but she closed her eyes sweetly, and put her two little hands into his bathrobe. She used her fingertips to describe the scars that were still left on his body.

"Wife!"

She raised her head and kissed his cheek hard, "Husband!"

She responded to him enthusiastically.

Zhou Yao obviously couldn't stand this. His blood rushed to a certain place. His big hand went directly to her shoulders and lowered the thin shoulder straps a little.

When Leng Zhiyuan closed his eyes, he was thinking, what's the point of wearing this pajamas? He was going to lie down after taking a look. Isn't this a waste?

...

The next morning.

Zhou Yao slowly opened his eyes. He was still sleeping on the soft big bed. The man's bronze complexion formed a sharp contrast with the snow-white silk quilt. There were several scratches from the woman on his shoulders and back. His black bathrobe was thrown on the carpet, and the fiery red pajamas was scrapped and torn into several pieces and thrown on the carpet. The room was in a mess.

If someone came in, they could guess at a glance what happened here last night.

Zhou Yao glanced out the window. The sun was shining outside. It was estimated that it was almost ten o'clock. He had never gotten up so late.

He stretched out his long arms to wrap the woman's body and wanted to hold her in his arms. They tossed until the early morning before they went to sleep. She was also tired. He wanted to die on her last night.

But his arms were empty. There was no one beside his bed.

Wife?

He suddenly sat up from the bed. The silk quilt slid into his perfect inverted triangle waistline. There was a bulge under the quilt, which was so strong that it could not be ignored.

"Wife!" He quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looking around for Leng Zhiyuan.

Where is she?

The happiness he had yesterday was gone. He knew that the arrival of this morning meant separation, and they would go back at dusk this afternoon.

Did she leave early?

"Wife! Wife!"

Zhou Yao was anxiously looking for someone. At this time, his steps stopped because he saw Leng Zhiyuan in the three-dimensional kitchen outside.

Leng Zhiyuan wore a bright long skirt with pink and light yellow, and a white hollow cardigan outside. Her back was slender and exquisite.

Hearing the man's call, she quickly looked back, "Zhou Yao, you're awake...ah!"

She was still holding the spatula in one hand, and could only cover her eyes with the other hand, "Zhou Yao, what are you doing? Where are your clothes?"

He had no clothes on.

Is it shameful?

Zhou Yao certainly didn't know shame. He pulled his long legs apart and walked forward to hug Leng Zhiyuan's slender waist. Seeing her, his flustered heart was at peace.

Looking into the pan, he asked softly, "Fried eggs? Are you preparing breakfast?"

"Well, yes, although I'm not a good cook, I can learn. I've fried a lot of fried eggs. How about these two, they're beautiful. We'll have milk, eggs and bread in the morning. Do you want some steak?" Leng Zhiyuan pushed him with her elbow, "Go back to your room and get dressed!"

"What are you afraid of? No one is watching." He hugged her tightly.

Leng Zhiyuan realized that he was so shameless, especially the hard and hot back of her waist. He tossed until the early morning, but he didn't expect him to be tired at all.

"I don't care, go get dressed!" She stamped her feet.

Zhou Yao looked at her red face, like a plump red Fuji apple, making people want to take a bite, "Okay, I'll get dressed."

Leng Zhiyuan: That's more like it!

But the next second, the world was spinning around, and she was already on the man's shoulders. The man was laughing, "Let's have breakfast later. I'm not hungry. Stay with me for a while."

Why is he always so strong and domineering?

Leng Zhiyuan quickly hit him twice, "Shovel! Spatula!"

He took the spatula from her hand, and then strode into the bedroom with her on his back.

"Hey, Zhou Yao, let's eat quickly and go out to play. Who would stay in the hotel to sleep in on their honeymoon? It's already ten o'clock!"

"Others are others, and we are us! Sleep until eleven o'clock and get up, and then I'll take you to...hike."

Leng Zhiyuan was thrown into the soft big bed, and he pressed on her again. She giggled and tried to hide, "Zhou Yao, stop it, I'm still hurting..."

"Really? Where does it hurt? Let me take a look." His hand reached out to her, and the two of them made a mess.

...

The two of them really didn't get up from bed until eleven o'clock. Zhou Yao went to the bathroom to wash up, and Leng Zhiyuan went to fry two steaks and then put the milk in the microwave.

It's not that she didn't cook before, but she would make a mess in the whole kitchen. Zhou Yao naturally praised her for her progress today, and Leng Zhiyuan accepted his praise proudly.

After eating, the two of them went out and headed for Mount Fuji.

After buying tickets, the two started climbing the mountain.

Climbing halfway up the mountain, Zhou Yao asked her, "Are you thirsty? I'll buy you water."

"Oh, okay, I'm thirsty."

So Zhou Yao went to buy water.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at his back, then looked down at the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Separation is imminent.

Leng Zhiyuan felt very sad all of a sudden. Time will not stop for anyone, and separation is inevitable after a short happy time.

At this time, she turned her head and suddenly saw a temple not far away.

The temple was full of incense, and many tourists came out of it.

Leng Zhiyuan never offered incense. There were some things that she believed in but didn't believe in. She didn't believe in these things, but she took a few glances and walked into the temple.

She looked around curiously, and then a young novice monk came over and said, "Donor, are you asking for a fortune?"

Asking for a signature?

"Yes." Leng Zhiyuan nodded.

"Donor, what kind of lot are you asking for?"

Leng Zhiyuan thought for a moment and then replied, "Marriage sign."