I almost touched the moon

After hearing what she said, Cheng Che burst into tears. He hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck and whispered, "But if this is the case, I'm afraid I won't love you enough."

"What does it matter?" Wen Song looked at him tenderly, hugged his hands and stroked his back, with a slight smile on his face, "As long as you are happy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Che's kiss landed on her lips, kissing her forcefully and domineeringly. She raised her head to respond to his kiss, and her arms around him tightened.

Cheng Che picked her up by the waist, carried her back to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Wen Song took over the role of the guest, stood up and sat on him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt with his slender fingers. In the dim light, the platinum pendant on his neck emitted a dim light, like a star.

She stroked the tip of the nail on the necklace, feeling the slight pain of the nail piercing her finger. She then stroked Cheng Che's collarbone, kissed it, and called him, "Ah Che... I love you."

"You gave it to me, and I wear it every day."

Cheng Che pressed her down again, and eagerly took off their clothes. He put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Do you like it, honey?"

Why did he subconsciously call her his wife? The moment he heard this name, Wen Song's heart couldn't help but tremble, and even cold sweat broke out on his back. Cheng Che was also a little surprised, and the fingers that were stroking her body stopped moving.

However, she did not correct his address, but smiled slightly, put her arms around his neck, raised her body slightly and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "I like it."

When the souls are highly compatible, the physical pleasure will also reach the extreme. Wen Song followed his rhythm and gave him what he wanted, as if he was tireless. Her consciousness gradually became a little blurry, and she accidentally loosened her hand, but he quickly pressed her against the pillow with his ten fingers interlocked, leading her into a new round of frenzy.

A few cool beams of moonlight came in through the window, shining quietly on the clothes scattered on the ground, but could not illuminate the rising heat and tenderness.

It was not until dawn that the bedroom became quiet. Cheng Che held Wen Song in his arms and fell asleep. This was the only night he slept well since returning home.

At nine in the morning, the alarm on her cell phone rang on time. Wen Song woke up, but saw Cheng Che still sleeping. She suddenly found it funny. This person usually got up at nine o'clock every day, but today he got up later than her. Suddenly, she felt a bit like a winner.

When she lowered her head, she saw the kiss mark on her collarbone, as well as the red marks on Cheng Che's shoulders and back. She couldn't help but blush, lowered her head and smiled slightly, looking at Cheng Che who was still sleeping soundly, and whispered jokingly: "I didn't expect you would get tired sometimes."

She got up quietly and went to wash, but found that Cheng Che had no clothes that she could wear, so she could only change into yesterday's clothes.

She returned to the bedroom, but Cheng Che was still sleeping. She didn't want to disturb him, but when she thought about visiting his mother's grave today, she woke him up.

"Ache, get up." Wen Song picked him up from the bed, poked his head and said, "Get up quickly, aren't we going to see your mother today?"

Cheng Che woke up, hugged her and asked, "Baby, aren't you sleepy? Can we go later?"

"I'm not sleepy." Wen Song was speechless after hearing what he said. No wonder Ye Qing'an always said that he must have a daughter. His son is really heartless!

"Go quickly." Wen Song urged, "I have to go home and change clothes first."

Cheng Che smiled and said to her, "It's okay, sister, just wear this dress, it looks good, you don't need to change."

"No!" Wen Song said seriously, "This is my first time meeting your mother, how can I be so casual? What if she doesn't have a good impression of me... Hurry up, if you don't get up, I will leave you alone and go back."

"No!" Cheng Che quickly got up and hugged her, "Sister, don't leave me."

After returning home, Wen Song put on a simple light makeup. She changed into a black dress, a pure black cashmere coat, and pure black high heels. But she felt that the overall style was too dark and a bit too solemn, so she wore a houndstooth scarf.

She had never been to sweep someone's grave before. This time, she was not only sweeping the grave, but also meeting Cheng Che's mother. Even though she dressed up carefully, she still felt a little nervous.

She walked out of the cloakroom and asked Cheng Che, "Is it too dark?"

Cheng Che shook his head and said, "No, you look good in black."

"Let's go." Wen Song took his hand and said, "I hope Mom won't be angry because we're late."

"No." Cheng Che smiled and told her not to be nervous. "My mother is very gentle. She will definitely not blame us for being late. Even if she does, it will definitely be me. She will definitely like you very much."

Before going to the cemetery, Cheng Che first went to a flower shop. The owner of the flower shop seemed to be very familiar with him. As soon as he saw him, he said, "It's still pink and white camellias, right? I've saved them all for you. I just picked them this morning. They are very fresh."

Cheng Che thanked the boss for his kindness, picked up the two bouquets and paid for them. He then saw a freshly wrapped bouquet of white roses next to them and said to the boss, "I want this bouquet too."

The boss was a little surprised, and said jokingly, "Are you giving it to your girlfriend?"

Cheng Che nodded and said, "Yes, she likes white roses the best."

When they got back to the car, Cheng Che handed the bouquet of white roses to Wen Song and said, "This is the first bouquet of flowers for the New Year. Do you like it?"

Wen Song took the bouquet of white roses. The pure white satin wrapped around the eleven buds in the middle, looking cool and charming.

"I like it." Wen Song nodded and asked, "How did you know that I like white roses? I didn't tell you."

"When I first went to your house, there were white roses in your vase."

"You observe so carefully." Wen Song smiled. Seeing that he was in a good mood today, his originally heavy heart finally eased a little.

Cheng Che smiled. She was the white rose in his heart, beautiful and cold but with a sharp edge. If one wanted to get close to her, he would be hurt by her thorns first.

Wen Song saw the two large bouquets of camellias he was holding and couldn't help asking, "Did you buy them for your mother?"

"Yes." Cheng Che sighed softly, "She likes white and pink camellias the most. When she was still alive, the yard of our house was full of camellias. Every time they withered, the ground was covered with flowers. My mother also told me that the flower language of camellia is, 'How dare you despise my love', which is a bit ridiculous, right?"

Although Wen Song couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he still said to Cheng Che: "It makes sense."

Unlike other flowers that just wither one by one, camellia flowers fall whole, with a sense of determination that whoever loses me is lost forever and will never come back.