happy seven years

If before this, Yin Huaiyan still had sense at all, then under Riemann's actions just now, these senses have already completely dissociated from Yin Huaiyan's world.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in Yin Huaiyan's mind.

With trembling fingers, she reached out to the familiar body in countless midnight dreams.

"Manman, I'm sorry..." Yin Huaiyan murmured softly.

She propped herself up and leaned forward until Riemann's breath hit her face, fast and hot.

The kiss that fell was more careful than ever before, the soft lips pressed together gently, the tip of the tongue opened a little gap, and slid across the lips and teeth, like aggression, but also like a request.

Riemann closed his eyes in a daze, feeling Yin Huaiyan slightly in front of him, and the sweet and lingering kiss, unable to distinguish between reality and dream for a while.

"Ah... Yan." She called out vaguely in the soft kiss.

Then she heard a hoarse response.

"Manman, I'm here."

So the next moment, Riemann's hand climbed onto Yin Huaiyan's neck, pulling him closer.

It's more intimate.

Yin Huaiyan could even feel the warmth between each other through the thin clothes.

It seems that something has also changed.

The gentle drizzle turned into a squall in an instant.

When Yin Huaiyan came to her senses out of breath, she was already under the pressure of Riemann.

The comfortable and spacious sofa collapsed slightly, and she opened her eyes to see Riemann's still flushed cheeks, misty eyes, and slightly parted seductive red lips.

There is also a proud deep groove under the beautiful collarbone.

When she couldn't move her eyes, she couldn't hold back her lips and swallowed.

As soon as his waist felt cold, Yin Huaiyan felt his eyelashes trembling, followed by a slight rubbing of his palms.

Riemann's hands were actually trembling too, but it was this kind of trembling. The palm prints pressed against Yin Huaiyan's smooth skin every now and then, making it even more... unbearable.

Just as Yin Huaiyan took a breath, Riemann bit her lips again.

And the hand continued to go up, unceremoniously pulling away the shackles.

Yin Huaiyan almost forgot to breathe.

What covered her was a cool, real touch.

And Riemann's skilled movements.

It was so weird that Yin Huaiyan relaxed.

Although Yin Huaiyan didn't understand why Riemann, who just said Ah Yan, you came, suddenly took the initiative and seemed to be a different person.

Maybe it's because the wine hasn't sobered up yet.

Or, he was too drunk.

Yin Huaiyan thought about it wildly, only to hear a stabbing sound, a sudden chill that caught him off guard.

Before she had time to bow her head, she met Riemann's aggrieved eyes first.

It was only then that Yin Huaiyan realized that his good-quality shirt had been ripped apart by Riemann.

After all, she still hid her little thoughts, so she didn't refute.

Only a symbolic push of Riemann's hand gave up struggling.

"Ayan, don't worry." Rieman raised his head, imprinting slight tooth marks on Yin Huaiyan's shoulder.

She felt the feeling from Yin Huaiyan's reaction.

She knows very well that what she needs to do now is to work hard to satisfy her, as long as she is happy, everything is enough.

For a moment, the words from Yin Huaiyan's mouth, in Rieman's ears, were also the best affirmation for her.

She is still her Ah Yan, and when the love is strong, she will still hug herself tightly, tense her toes and whisper her name, her nails are embedded in the skin, leaving bright red scratches.

Look, that's all evidence of their deep love, a fit that no one else can match.

Only when Yin Huaiyan recovered from his blank mind was he picked up forcefully again, and somehow he arrived at Riemann's bedroom.

In the dark, she would feel that it was Riemann's bedroom, probably due to the fragrance she smelled, not the smell of roses that she stayed in that room.

But a lily more passionate than a rose.

There was no light in the bedroom, only the light coming in from the door, but this did not prevent Riemann from looking affectionately at Yin Huaiyan.

When Riemann leaned over again, Yin Huaiyan heard Riemann say in a hoarse voice: "Ayan, you seem... more beautiful."

How beautiful it is, Riemann proved everything with his actions.

In the end, Riemann hugged Yin Huaiyan contentedly, pulled the quilt over them, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Yin Huaiyan wanted to struggle to get up, but Liman hugged her, and Yin Huaiyan lost all strength, so he simply wrapped his arms around Liman's waist and fell asleep together.

The next morning.

It was Riemann who woke up first.