I almost touched the moon

In the evening, after everyone left, Wen Song collapsed on the sofa and took a long breath, "I'm almost exhausted."

Cheng Che sat down next to her and massaged her shoulders, saying softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my dear. Are you really tired?"

"I'm so tired..." Wen Song sighed, "I was woken up by Zhang Yue and Mr. Qiu at 11 o'clock in the morning to change clothes and put on makeup. I didn't get much sleep at all. I met so many people today. I'm so tired. Che, let's not have a wedding, okay? I'll die."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Cheng Che put his arm around her waist and said, "Today is also our wedding, honey. We are finally a legal couple. I'm so happy, it feels like a dream."

Wen Song raised his head, smiled evilly, bit his lip and said, "What about now? Do you still think you are dreaming?"

She bit it a little too hard, and felt a pain in her lower lip, but Cheng Che smiled and lowered his head to kiss her: "Even if it's a dream, it's my lifelong dream."

When he was done, he lifted her onto his lap, hugged her and kissed her, then unzipped her skirt.

Wen Song also chuckled, and her slender white fingers nimbly unbuttoned his tuxedo. She was already stunning, and dressed like this, she was simply charming. Her fingers circled on his chest muscles, all the way down, stroking his abdominal muscles.

But she still looked at him with a sly smile: "What do you want to do?"

"Tell me what I want to do." Cheng Che picked her up, carried her back to the bedroom, hugged her and lay on the bed together, kissed her passionately, their lips and tongues lingering.

"Honey, today is our wedding night."

"What wedding night?" Wen Song found the flaw in his words, flexibly broke free from his restraints, stood up and sat on him, "Didn't that happen seven years ago?"

Cheng Che pressed her back under him, suddenly becoming a little overbearing, but still holding her gently to prevent her from feeling any discomfort, "Who said it? It's today."

A few rays of moonlight shone into the house through the gaps in the curtains, but they could not illuminate the fiery passion rising in the room.

Wen Song held his fingers together, enjoying the moment when their souls and bodies were in perfect harmony. At this moment, they seemed to have truly become one, no longer distinguishable from each other.

"Song Song...wife..." Cheng Che called in a low voice in her ear. His magnetic voice was a little rough, which made him even more charming. "I love you. I love you so much."

"Ache, I love you too." Wen Song responded to his passion, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear, "Hubby..."

It was not until the early morning that the noise in the room gradually stopped. Cheng Che gently wiped the sweat off Wen Song's forehead and kissed her eyes. "I am sure now that I am not dreaming."

Wen Song also hugged him tightly, looking at the mark he left on his shoulder, he couldn't help laughing, turned his head and kissed the red mark, suddenly said shyly: "But I'm still not used to calling you husband, I don't like it..."

"It's okay." Cheng Che kissed her and said, "I also prefer you to call me Ah Che, but I want to call you my wife, and you are my wife."

"I know you're also my most beloved husband." Wen Song stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck, saying coquettishly, "Carry me and take a shower."

After taking a shower and returning to bed, they were not sleepy yet and chatted idly while lying on the bed.

"Ah Che, tell me the truth, when you first came to my house, when I had a fever, did you have any bad intentions? Hmm?"

Cheng Che immediately shook his head and said, "Of course not. You had a high fever at that time, and I just wanted to take good care of you and get rid of your fever quickly. If I have to say something, when we were watching the movie together, you leaned your head on my shoulder, and when Hal and Sophie kissed at the end, I wanted to kiss you. And when you hugged me, I wanted to confess to you."

"But I do." Wen Song said with a wicked smile, "You have a really great figure. I have never seen a man with a better figure than you. When you sat by my bed, all I could think about was how he had such a great figure. I suspect that I had a high fever because you seduced me!"

"Is that so..." Cheng Che put his arm around her waist and said, "Blame me, it's okay, now you can look as much as you want."

"What about in Fukuoka? That night when we were together, when you kissed me in the hotel room... Actually, I felt it..."

Wen Song said, touching the base of his thigh, "You are really good at pretending. You are clearly a little wolfdog, but you can still pretend to be innocent."

Cheng Che held down her hand that was touching him randomly, and said unconvincedly: "I am innocent to begin with! I learned bad things from you. At that time... it was instinct! It was a physiological instinct, how can you blame me!"

"Is that so..." Wen Song nodded, "You are obviously the worse one. You were the one who took the initiative the first time we had sex. You almost exhausted me to death that night."

"You remembered it wrongly. You were the first one." Cheng Che said, "If you didn't want to, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to bring it up because I was afraid of hurting you. Sister, you are my enlightenment teacher, do you like it?"

After hearing what he said, Wen Song couldn't help blushing, buried her head in his neck and chuckled, "I like it, I like it very much."

"Ache, you are really good." Wen Song hugged him tightly, "I am very happy to marry you, and I will definitely not regret it. You are really the person who loves me the most in the world."

"Because you love me too. In fact, you love me more than you think." Cheng Che placed a kiss on the corner of her lips. "Song Song, I'm so happy, but I've never been so happy before."

(You are the stars in my eyes. I am really lucky to meet you and fall in love with you.)

"I said this to you when you won your first ski cross world championship medal." Wen Song thought of the past and smiled wistfully, "But you didn't hear it, and later you blamed me for not telling you this."

"I was wrong." Cheng Che felt even happier after hearing her words. "I will never do that again. I will hear and remember every word you say."

They slept in each other's arms that night, and Wen Song slept soundly. She only remembered that she was completely leaning in Cheng Che's arms, and his scent lingered around her. That faint fragrance had obviously accompanied her for so many days, but it still fascinated her.

She had tried all kinds of incense and perfume, but she couldn't find that scent, which was like the light fragrance of sunshine and grass, with a hint of geranium and verbena.

Later she realized that it was not the smell of any perfume or shower gel, but Cheng Che's unique smell, which could not be replaced by anything.

But in the years to come, she can still feel this familiar breath, and she will never lose him again.

Because of fatigue, Wen Song got up very late the next day. When he woke up, Cheng Che had already woken up, with the scent of refreshing shower gel and sunshine on his body.

He was lying on his side, with one hand supporting his head and the other on her waist, a protective and intimate posture. He was shirtless, with ambiguous red marks on his body, which looked a bit eye-catching on his fair skin.

Just like their first night in Levi, in the early morning of the next day, Cheng Che looked at her with a smile, and the sunlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on his eyelashes.

"Good morning, wife."

Cheng Che lowered his head and placed a kiss on her eyes, rubbed her waist and said, "Are you still tired?"

"Tired." Wen Song stretched out and lay on his chest like a lazy cat, complaining but smiling, "Don't they say that you men are no longer fit after the age of 25? Why are you still in such good health?"

Cheng Che was amused by her words, and hugged her with a bit of pride and said: "I can't help it, my body is just very good, sister, am I great?"

"Yeah, yeah." Wen Song nodded and kissed him, "You're the best. You're my most powerful little wolfdog."

"Do you want another puppy, Professor Iseylia?" Cheng Che blinked and said, "This is not allowed. We are now a legal couple. It is illegal for you to do this. I will ask my mother to sue you."

Wen Song took the opportunity to touch his face, looked at his delicate features, shook his head and said, "Not now, but if you become ugly, it may not happen."

"I won't become ugly. You are so obsessed with looks, how dare I become ugly?" Cheng Che picked her up from the bed, combed her messy hair and said, "Get up, Mr. Qiu and the others will be here soon, I'll go cook for you, what do you want to eat?"

"Chocolate croissant and Brioche with vanilla ice cream." Wen Song stretched and smiled at Cheng Che, "Torrija wants to eat too."

"Okay." Cheng Che responded, "I'll prepare it for Her Royal Highness right away. But it's not good to only eat sweet things for breakfast. How about some truffle scrambled eggs?"

"Ok."

At this moment, Wen Song really felt lucky. He was such an excellent skier and an excellent architect, but when he was with her, he just prepared three meals a day for her and took care of her daily life.

She would never do these things, thinking that it was a degradation of status, but Cheng Che had never thought of this before, and only wanted her to be happy. Wen Song put his arms around his waist from behind and said, "Actually, you don't have to do these things for me in the future, we can hire a chef."

"You don't like having too many outsiders at home, and your wife can't get used to the food the chef cooks." Cheng Che touched her head and said, "It's okay, I love cooking for you the most."