The driver coughed twice as if he was choking on saliva.

Now Jingxiu blushed to the neck, covered Ji Youyan's mouth in shame, and commanded silently with his mouth shape: "Shut up."

Ji Yuyan smiled provocatively. She obediently shut up, pulled Jingxiu's hand down on her lap, and wrote stroke by stroke in her palm.

"It's been 2 days." After writing, she looked at Jingxiu, Wu Liang's eyes were full of scorching affection.

Jingxiu understood her suggestion, and the numbness that had just swept across his palm with his fingertips seemed to travel from his palm to his heart in an instant. She held Ji Yuyan's index finger in her palm and didn't look out of the car window.

In the reflection of the car window, Ji Youyan still stared at Jingxiu's profile with affection.

"As you like." After a long while, Ji Youyan heard Jingxiu promise her almost inaudibly.

Ji Yuyan smiled instantly.

When the two returned home, they tacitly separated and went to take a bath. When Ji Youyan returned to the bedroom after taking a bath, Jingxiu hadn't come out yet.

She took the time to turn on the stereo, played lazy and seductive music, switched to the dim and sentimental lights, and prepared to wait for Jingxiu to come out, loosen her bathrobe, and dance to the music.

Two sudden text messages were inserted into the music, Ji Youyan subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and the screen of Jingxiu's mobile phone on the bedside table lit up.

The word "Wen Yan" in the pop-up window at the top of the screen caught Ji Yuyan's eyes off guard.

Ji Yuyan's mood sank in an instant.

There is no surname note, indicating that Axiu and him are acquainted. She was flustered, what was the relationship between Axiu and him... After they made public their marriage news in the last life, Song Wenyan revealed in an exclusive interview with the media that the beginning of Axiu's relationship with him was during the filming of "Sunflowers in the Night" in the second half of this year. He went to visit.

Ji Youyan stared at the void absentmindedly, the scene of Jingxiu and Song Wenyan's wedding in the previous life, as well as the scene of their conversation at the charity dinner, his hands clenched into fists, his heart was numb, and his ears were ringing.

"What are you thinking, you're so ecstatic?" Jingxiu didn't know when he came out, standing under the colored lights, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Ji Youyan raised her eyes to look at her, her expression was too late to hide the confusion and melancholy.

Jingxiu was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows knitted tightly, just about to worry about what happened, Ji Youyan grinned, got up and walked towards her as if nothing had happened, teasingly said: "Axiu, do you know what it means for a concubine to go out of the bath? ?"

Jingxiu was unmoved and insisted on asking her, "Are you unhappy just now?"

Ji Youyan hugged her, buried her face in her neck, and said softly, "No? I don't know if the music is too hypnotic. I was just so sleepy, I was a little dazed."

Jingxiu was dubious, and followed her words: "It's quite late, then let's go to bed today."

When Ji You said that he was willing to obey, his hand has been dishonestly poking into Jingxiu's bathrobe, and he said in a coquettish tone, "It's not too late, the night is still long."

She put her arms around Jingxiu's waist, while leading Jingxiu to shake her body lightly, while kissing from Jingxiu's neck to Jingxiu's earlobe, "Axiu, let's do something interesting."

Jingxiu was hot all over by her teasing, and unwilling to be outdone, she lightly tugged at Ji Youyan's belt, and asked knowingly, "What interesting things are you doing?"

Ji Youyan kissed the tip of her nose with eyes like water, "Let's dance."

"Striptease..." The last half of the syllable disappeared into Jingxiu's plunder.

The fragrant tongues greedily grabbed each other's breath, the air seemed to become sticky and damp, and the two's bathrobes had already slipped to the ground, overlapping with ambiguous ups and downs.

Jingxiu surrendered. Her legs were weak, her eyes were wet, she panted and begged, "Go to the bed."

Ji Youyan's eyes were also misty, he half hugged Jingxiu, and pushed her back toward the hotbed while kissing.

Jingxiu endured her love and was still worried between the kisses: "Your shoulders...shoulders..." As she spoke, she had no choice but to fall back on the bed.

Ji Youyan knelt down on one knee, put her hand beside her head, licked and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, and her eyes were full of deep affection.

"So, how hard you have to work tonight." She coaxed Jingxiu softly.

Jingxiu moved his throat, biting his lip and acquiesced to her.

Even if it is inconvenient to use one hand, the fit of the body is still there. Ji Youyan always knows how to make Jingxiu the most comfortable. Jingxiu also forcibly held back her shame and let Ji Youyan play with herself and ask for anything.

I don't know if it was the first time, but Jingxiu couldn't take it anymore. She pulled Ji Youyan's hand behind her back and said hoarsely, "Yanyan...don't...want..."

Ji Youyan coaxed her: "Is the last time okay?" She knew that Jingxiu was tired, and she knew that she should stop. But her heart seemed to be punctured by that name, and she was frightened and uneasy, as if she could only confirm that everything was different from the previous life in this extreme joy again and again, and that Axiu truly belonged to her. of.

The past, the present, and the future belong only to her.

Jingxiu was soft-hearted and silently indulged her.

In the midst of the ups and downs, Jingxiu unconsciously thought, is it an illusion? Yan Yan seems to be extraordinarily enthusiastic tonight, there is a kind of...

She pondered vaguely for a long time, and before she was extremely sleepy and lost consciousness, she found a suitable description - the smell of lingering to death.

After Jingxiu fell asleep, Ji Youyan's hands were so soft that he could barely lift them. She looked at Jingxiu's red marks and sweat, feeling distressed and satisfied, wanting to laugh and cry.

She helped Jingxiu clean up as gently as she could, returned to the bed, and kissed Jingxiu's forehead with nostalgia, tears fell with the kiss.

"I'm sorry, I love you." She whispered silently.

She and Jingxiu were on the same pillow, looking at their long hair that was intimately intertwined, she thought with relief: No matter what happened in her past life, it was herself who had her at this moment.

In this life, Axiu can only be her wife.

Drowsiness gradually came, and Ji Yuyan's consciousness began to be confused. The dark night around him suddenly lit up for some unknown reason. The clear blue sky, the green lawn, and the cheers and applause, Jingxiu once again wore her wedding dress and appeared in front of Ji Youyan holding Song Wenyan's hand...