C393 A Scarf Made with My Own Hands
C393 A Scarf Made with My Own Hands
She put her arm around his neck and kissed his lips in the posture of leaning against his chest.
The fragrance of the flower lingered. Under the open air, the two kissed like a dream.
The flames on their bodies were ignited.
Their bodies suddenly soared into the air. . .
Lu Yiran picked Han Zhiyu up from the roof and went down. One step, one step. When his feet landed on the ground, before Lu Yiran's lips could fall, Han Zhiyu had already taken the initiative to hook his neck and kiss his thin lips.
The intertwining lips and teeth passionately entangled and grabbed each other's breath.
Lu Yiran's breath became heavier and heavier. He quickened his steps and very soon, the two of them had reached the bedroom.
He strode towards the bedside.
Because Lu Yiran was in a hurry, he took a big step forward. Soon, the two of them had arrived at the bedside.
When he reached the bed, a man who had been holding it in for a long time could not wait to throw Han Zhiyu onto the bed.
The man was not thrown out. Han Zhiyu did not cooperate with him and hooked his neck around his waist. She wrapped him like a tail bear.
"Wait. . . "
Han Zhiyu said when Lu Yiran looked at her in confusion.
The hot kiss along the way had already become unstable.
After a while, Han Zhiyu stretched out her hand to push him and slid down from his body.
When her legs touched the ground, they were somewhat weak.
She bit her lower lip to make her legs stronger.
He carefully picked up the bunch of Rainbow Roses on the bed and put them on the sofa. After putting them down, he immediately walked back to the bed. He reached out to Lu Yiran and grabbed his tie. He pushed Lu Yiran back and pushed him into the center of his heart. His body was covered and his thin lips were pressed.
When Han Zhiyu rushed over, Lu Yiran reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. He hooked her into his arms and welcomed Mrs Lu's passionate kiss.
Lu Yiran fiddled with the double heart petals, blooming under their bodies.
Lying on the rose petals, their bodies were covered in the lily fragrance.
Mixed together, it was not clear what kind of taste it was, only that it caused the temperature of their bodies to rise steadily.
Both of his hands took the initiative to take off Lu Yiran's clothes. His lips moved away from the thin lips that were sticking to each other and slowly moved down along his handsome face.
He kissed Lu Yiran's lower jaw and fell on his Adam's apple.
He felt the man's Adam's apple rolling due to excitement.
As if she was confused, Han Zhiyu's hand rubbed down to remove his clothes. Her tongue reached out mischievously and gently swept across his rolling Adam's apple.
It rolled over and over again. . .
Her hand was not sure where it was. She did not take off her pants but touched the spot where Han Zhiyu was about to explode.
Lu Yiran, who had been lying on Han Zhiyu's initiative, could not hold it in anymore. He held her hand with one hand and pressed it on him. He flipped over and pressed her on the flower petal, avoiding her tongue that was about to drive him crazy. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The curtains of their wedding anniversary night were drawn.
Bathroom.
Han Zhiyu felt weak all over and pushed Lu Yiran away.
Not long ago, it had only ended twice. Han Zhiyu's entire body was limp as she was carried to the bathroom by Lu Yiran.
Her big hands moved around her body and cleaned the sweat off her body.
He helped her take a shower. Most of the time, it was from the beginning to the end, and then it slowly became serious.
Han Zhiyu did not want to do it with him in the bathroom, every time it made her feel sore all over her body.
It was more challenging to stand firm and not fall in the bathroom than to fight outside.
Her body was originally weak. When she was clean, she had already recovered her strength.
She reached out and pushed Lu Yiran away. Lu Yiran slipped out of his arms. "I'm done washing, you take your time. "
When he slid away, he grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up. He did not wipe himself dry. He walked out quickly and closed the bathroom door with a bang.
Lu Yiran looked at Han Zhiyu who was running away, but he didn't chase after her. Instead, he washed his body.
Tonight was still a long time.
. . .
Han Zhiyu wiped her body and casually took a shirt from Lu Yiran and put it on. She looked at the bag by the door and stared blankly at the bag.
After Lu Yiran finished bathing, he only wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled open the door from the inside. Just as he came out, he saw Han Zhiyu standing at the door with her hands behind her back.
"Mrs Lu is waiting for me?"
Lu Yiran looked at Han Zhiyu and his lips curled up.
He did not expect Mrs Lu, who had just left the bathroom, to wait at the bathroom door.
He stretched out his arm and was about to pull Han Zhiyu into his arms.
Han Zhiyu retreated when he hugged her and avoided his long arm. Her hands were still behind her and she could not hide the nervousness on her face.
Lu Yiran noticed that something was wrong with Han Zhiyu and looked at her.
What happened to Mrs Lu?
"What's wrong?" Lu Yiran asked.
Han Zhiyu was still very nervous.
Compared to what Lu Yiran had prepared, the wedding anniversary present she had prepared for him seemed insignificant. She was a little hesitant.
She came out of the bathroom and changed into a shirt. She looked at the backpack by the door and picked it up.
It contained the gift she had prepared for Lu Yiran.
She was full of enthusiasm and thought about how Lu Yiran would react when he got it. However, when she saw everything that he had carefully prepared, she could not help but have a comparison in her heart.
If it was in the past, she would not have such thoughts, but now. . .
Because she cared, she was even more afraid of her own heart. If she wasn't liked, she would definitely be very sad.
Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and held the thing that was left behind in front of him.
"Happy anniversary. This is. . . The gift I prepared for you. "
Han Zhiyu grabbed the scarf with both hands and placed the scarf that she secretly took some time to weave in front of Lu Yiran.
The scarf was parallel to her face, blocking half of her line of sight. She could not help but want to see Lu Yiran's expression.
"For me?"
Lu Yiran looked at the scarf in front of him and felt that it wasn't real.
"Yes!"
Han Zhiyu nodded heavily.
Seeing that he did not show too much emotion on his face, the hands holding the scarf suddenly felt very heavy.
There was a huge gap between the two of them. She did not know if she would be liked by such a worthless wedding anniversary present. . .
"You woven it yourself?"
Lu Yiran really felt like he was knocked out.
Han Zhiyu had personally knitted the scarf for him.
"Yes!"
Han Zhiyu nodded again.
"Do you. . . Like it?"
The balance in her heart was half. Half of it was because he was afraid that Lu Yiran would dislike the cheap price, and the other half was that he did not think Lu Yiran was such a person.
Lu Yiran did not directly answer whether he liked it or not, and only took it with both hands.
His expression made people see that he was fondly fondling it.
Like Han Zhiyu carefully holding flowers on the sofa, Lu Yiran could not help but reach out and touch it again. This was the scarf that Mrs Lu personally knitted for him!
He, did he like it. . . Or did he not like it!
"Do you like it?"
Han Zhiyu asked again. Seeing his expression and careful movements, she saw that he liked it, but she still wanted to hear him say it personally.
The answer Lu Yiran gave Han Zhiyu was to suddenly turn around on the spot. Just like Han Zhiyu pushed him onto the bed, he picked her up by the waist and pushed her onto the bed behind him. He only had a towel on his body, and Han Zhiyu was wearing a shirt. Her back was on the bed, and the shirt had rolled up to her butt. A pair of beautiful legs fell on the dark sheets, making Lu Yiran's eyes turn red.
He told his Mrs Lu how much he liked this gift.