Getting Married One Night

Wen Nanzhi forgot how she got on the car. Her short hair was dripping rain all the time. She was wearing Gong Shen's clothes and kept shaking.

In her ears, there was only the sound of warm wind blowing from the car. She stared at Gong Shen driving in front of her, then buried her cheeks in her arms and wept silently.

Back in Wenjia, Wennan Zhizhi was pulled off the car by the palace sink. She staggered for two steps, and finally she was held up by the palace sinking.

Wen Nan Zhi no longer resisted, but lowered his head and quietly wiped away his tears.

When I first entered the door, there was still a sound of conversation and laughter in the living room, as if her disappearance had no impact on anyone in the Wen family.

She couldn't help hugging Gong Shen's neck. Her eyes were wet again. The bangs were close to her face and fell down the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Desperate and pathetic.

Wen Nanzhi noticed that Gong Shen lowered her head and looked at her. She immediately pressed her head lower.

"Nanzhi, Nanzhi, are you okay?" Zhou Jin came out of the living room and saw Wen Nanzhi running forward to ask her about her situation.

Wen Nan Zhi shook his head and refused to look at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin noticed Wen Nanzhi's resistance and was nervous, "Nanzhi, what's the matter with you?"

"You go." Wen Nanzhi's voice was like shouting a mouthful of sand. There was no way to compare his hoarse voice with the soft waxy tone in the past.

Zhou Jin refused and raised her hand to touch Wen Nanzhi, but Gong Shen dodged.

Zhou Jin raised her eyes to Gong Shen's gloomy warning eyes, and Gong Shen's whole body was full of evil Qi. She wrapped Wen Nan Zhi round and round, with a momentum of "awe inspiring and can't be close".

Gong Shen bumped Zhou Jin's shoulder and went upstairs with Wen Nan Zhi in his arms.

Zhou Jin stood blankly in place. Her feet seemed to be resisted by Gong Shen's eyes and couldn't move. His breathing calmed down slowly until Gong Shen left.

After entering the room, Wen Nanzhi was thrown on the bed by Gong Shen. She fell and bounced on the bed. Before she could hold up her body, her body was pressed by Gong Shen.

Gong Shen is hot and domineering with a sullen kiss. Wen Nanzhi can't resist at all.

As he kissed her, he reached out to take off her clothes.

The body, which was already sticky and wet, suddenly sweated, and the skin he stroked was rippling everywhere.

Wen Nanzhi shook his head to avoid Gong Shen's lips. He happened to see that the door was not closed, and Zhou Jin was standing outside.

Zhou Jin raised her hand as if to knock on the door, and finally put it down.

Wen Nan Zhi was cool in his heart, closed his eyes and obeyed Gong Shen's demands.

Until the figure outside the door left and closed the door, she always looked like a doll. She lost her life and was at the mercy of Gong Shen.

But Gong Shen suddenly loosened Wen Nan Zhi and smashed a pillow on the floor.

"Get down."

Wen Nanzhi immediately opened his eyes, stared at the angry man and tightened his clothes.

Gong Shen grabbed her chin and sprayed a hot flame of anger on her face.

"In order to make Zhou Jin give up her heart, don't even resist? I'm not interested in adulterous corpses. Get out of bed!"

Wen Nanzhi bowed his head in shame and anger, pulled his shoulder clothes and got down from the bed.

She huddled at the head of the bed with her pillow and watched the palace sink into the bathroom.

Before long, she was cold and hot.

There was only one Gong Shen coat on his body, but he lost his original hot breath, leaving only the cold temperature.

Her body leaned against the head cabinet of the bed and fell slowly askew. She lay on the floor, curled up and trembled in varying degrees.

……

When Gong Shen came out of the bathroom, he saw Wen Nanzhi lying on the floor obediently holding a pillow, trembling all over and not lying back in bed.

Gong Shen frowned displeased.

I'm obedient at this time.

He squatted down in front of Wen Nanzhi, stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, which was hot.

He picked up Wen Nanzhi's body, put it on the bed and took off her wet clothes.

Suddenly, Wennan Zhizhi was like a white jade statue lying on a green sheet. There was no defect all over. Only the little cinnabar mole on the chest was bright and attractive.

Maybe it's cold. Wennan Zhizhi's side group shrinks up, arched back, clear spine and very thin.

Gong Shen raised his hand, stroked her cheek and touched her earlobe. His thin fingers crossed her delicate neck from the side face, and finally rubbed the cinnabar mole on her chest.

It was like touching her sensitive place, her body was instantly light pink, and her breathing was unstable.

"Let you go today." Gong murmured.

He got up and went into the bathroom. He twisted a hot towel and wiped Wennan's whole body.

When I turned over Wen Nanzhi's wrist, I found a flaw on her snow-white skin, his hot cigarette end.

He stared at this piece and forced himself to skim his cheek.

It was night. After Gong Shen lay down beside Wen Nanzhi, he still couldn't sleep. Those nightmares were like an unopened blunt knife, which stirred his nerves, gave him a headache, but couldn't make him faint.

Life is better than death.

There is a warm lamp at the head of the bed. Under the lamp is a picture of Wen Nanzhi and a peaceful woman. Wen Nanzhi holds the woman and laughs very quietly.

Gong Shen stared at the picture and shook his mind. Wen Nanzhi, who was beside him, slept very uneasily. His body kept leaning against him, and his last head went into his arms.

The open chest of his shirt was rubbed and rubbed by her cheek, which made his eyebrows frown deeper and deeper.

Gong Shen held the pillow in one hand, held his cheek to blow the film, looked at Wen Nanzhi's side face, and wrapped her soft short hair in the other hand.

A faint aroma suddenly lingered in the surrounding air, making people calm.

He lowered his head and sniffed the hair of Wennan Zhizhi. It was this shallow taste, which seemed to be deep and shallow on her every time, but it was pleasant and quiet.

For this smell, he indulged the now sick Wennan Zhizhi to lie in his arms.

But... Wen Nanzhi is not satisfied. Her body is close to him again and again.

It was a wrong decision not to dress her.

It was he who suffered.

He pushed Wennan orange away, and she stuck up again.

After taking a few deep breaths, Gong Shen closed his eyes and refreshed himself. The hand under the quilt wanted to fix wennanzhi's body and let her not move, but once his finger brushed the skin on wennanzhi's back, it was like electricity.

The crisp touch made his eyes open and his pupils contract and deepen.

Wen Nanzhi also snorted, like pressing a switch.

"Wennanzhi."

"Well." Wen Nanzhi thought someone called her, and her voice was very good.

"Look at me." Gong Shen holds up Wen Nan Zhi's cheek.

Wen Nanzhi vaguely opened his eyes, looked at the beautiful and sexy man in front of him, shook his head and disappeared the double shadow.

"Who am I?" Gong Shen approached Wen Nanzhi.

Wen Nanzhi blinked and said, "... Mr. Gong."

Gong Shen's lips rose, and her eyebrows were also stained with a smile.

"I feel bad." Wen Nanzhi wrinkled his cheeks, shook his head vigorously, made himself dizzy, his head drooped, and lay down on Gong Shen's chest.

Gong Shen laughed.

Now Wennan Zhizhi is much more interesting than her usual stubborn appearance.

Gong Shen was not sleepy. Now he was more sober. He changed his usual cold and violent appearance and teased him, "I'll treat you, shall I?"

Wen Nanzhi raised his head, opened his misty eyes, stared at him, and nodded very seriously.

Gong Shen's eyes were suddenly hot, took her head, kissed it, turned over and pressed it.

"Call me."

"Gong, Mr. Gong." Wen Nanzhi felt dizzy, raised his hand and rubbed it again and again.

"Wrong."

"Gong... Um... Shen." she couldn't breathe.