The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and his body began to heat up uncontrollably.

Jiang Ruoli is very familiar with this situation.

"Go away, hurry up and carry me to take a shower. I'm sleepy and need to rest!"

She opened her flawless white arms wide, shouting at people to go away, while at the same time asking Pei Zigui to hug her in a delicate voice. There was really nothing you could do with her.

"Weren't you full of energy just now? Are you sleepy again now?"

Pei Zigui stood motionless beside the bed with an ambiguous smile on his lips.

The delicate girl opened her arms wide towards him. This scene was very similar to their wedding night, when the drunk girl let him hold her to remove her makeup and take a bath.

As his thoughts wandered, suddenly, a soft object fell into his arms. The familiar scent of lychee and roses wafted over him, and Pei Zigui subconsciously hugged the person tightly.

It turned out that Jiang Ruoli was annoyed by the man's silence for a long time, so she took the initiative to pounce on him.

"Hurry up, I need to take a shower."

Pei Zigui's eyes lit up with smiles, his whole face filled with joy. He was drunk that night, but now, his little spoiled child can naturally pounce on him and act coquettishly.

"Call me and I'll carry you."

Jiang Ruoli said casually: "Husband, husband, husband, that's enough! Hurry up, I'm sleepy."

She yawned, her eyes were watery and covered with a layer of mist.

Pei Zigui's whole body was softened by her calling him "husband", except for a certain part.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom holding the rose in his arms.

After a while, the red dress was taken off, and the high-end dress worth hundreds of thousands was casually thrown on the bathroom floor.

The mist rose and turned the woman's face red.

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Late at night in the suburbs of Jiangcheng, on the deserted streets and roads, the roar of motorcycles passed by like the wind.

The man on the motorcycle was wearing a black suit and a black helmet, and behind him, a woman was wearing a white helmet and covered in a black coat. Her small hands hidden in the wide sleeves tightly wrapped around the man's waist.

"Put your hand in."

The wind was strong at night, and the cold wind inevitably seeped in through the cuffs. Li Yanzhou grabbed Shen Zhiyan's hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"Is it still cold?"

Shen Zhiyan pressed her face against the man's broad back and shook her head honestly.

"not cold."

Before getting on the bus, she was wrapped up tightly from head to toe in Li Yanzhou's coat. It was impossible to tell what she was wearing underneath, so how could she feel cold? Even the helmet was so tight that not a single bit of wind could get through.

Shen Zhiyan had never imagined that Li Yanzhou could ride a motorcycle, and a heavy motorcycle at that, and ride it so well.

I have to admit, the moment the man put on the helmet, took a step forward, and stepped on the accelerator to test ride, he was so handsome.

But she was not that handsome. At the beginning, she was carried into the car by Li Yanzhou.

And because it was her first time riding a motorcycle, Shen Zhiyan felt a little uneasy. Even though Li Yanzhou put her on the back seat, she still felt insecure and was afraid of falling down, so she kept urging the man to get on the bike quickly.

"BB, hold me tight for a while."

The evening breeze blew the hem of the man's suit. In the night, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he took a graceful step and got into the car easily.

Li Yanzhou domineeringly put Shen Zhiyan's hands around his waist and said, "Hold me tight."

With a roar, the Ducati Panigale V4. came out like a beast out of its cage.

The evening breeze is unrestrained, galloping in the silent and deserted corner of the city, and the only support is him.

How nice it would be if time could stop at this moment.

After riding around with Shen Zhiyan, Li Yanzhou parked the car by a lake and got off first.

He placed his hands on the motorcycle seat and half-tucked Shen Zhiyan into his arms. Although no part of his body touched her, every pore of his body was concerned about the woman's safety.

He was confident enough to make sure she wouldn't fall.

Because her feet could not touch the ground, Shen Zhiyan sat horizontally on the back seat of the motorcycle, feeling somewhat at a loss, and her voice was tinged with unconscious tenderness.

"Li Yanzhou, please put me down."

He didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the soft and rosy lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and in an instant, he lowered his head and kissed her. The hand on the seat finally embraced the waist he had been thinking about.

Perhaps this kind of exercise does stimulate a surge of adrenaline and the secretion of dopamine.

At least, at this moment, all he wanted to do was kiss her.

Everything was quiet, with only the sound of wind in my ears. The wind blew past, blowing off the crumbling yellow leaves and dropping them on Shen Zhiyan's shoulders.

Li Yanzhou gently brushed it off for her, as if nothing had happened. He kissed the woman sitting on the motorcycle seriously and attentively, delicately and gently, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

The wind was quite strong and blew the man's hair.

Shen Zhiyan was wearing a helmet, and the evening breeze could not penetrate the thick helmet, and stayed outside her ears. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and accepted the passionate and lingering kiss.

She seemed to have lost all her senses. Apart from the light and heavy touches on her lips, she could not feel anything else.

The world was so quiet that it seemed as if only she and Li Yanzhou were left.

She began to respond.

If it weren't for the blushing onomatopeia that came out between them, Shen Zhiyan even suspected that she had become deaf due to the excessive heartbeat.

It's so stuffy and I can't breathe. Is the helmet too tight?

If she looked up at this moment, Shen Zhiyan would see a sky full of stars. This place was indeed very secluded, peaceful enough that she could throw away all her worries and troubles and just focus on the present.

Shen Zhiyan opened her eyes and found that Li Yanzhou had been staring at her. His dark eyes were filled with affection that she could not understand, and also concealed complex emotions that were difficult to describe.

She didn't say anything either, just stared at Li Yanzhou at this moment, staring at the man she loved but seemed unable to love.

It seemed as if they were the most ordinary couple in the world.

Seeing the woman's eyes becoming redder and misty, Li Yanzhou finally let go of her hand, took off her helmet, and tidied her messy hair, being incredibly gentle.

"BB, why are you crying?"

The man curled his lips, with a playboy-like flavor at the corners of his mouth.