I want you to forget him!

I want you to forget him...

This sentence has been lingering in my ears, and the sound is endless, almost entangling me into my dreams, and in my dreams, it keeps echoing in my ears, like a magic spell.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

I slowly raised my head from the soft pillow and my messy hair, and stared vaguely at the sunlight coming in from the window. It seemed that the breeze was blowing the bamboo shadows swaying, giving people the feeling that I was still in a dream. I blinked

He closed his eyes and looked at the swaying bamboo shadow for a while, then slowly stood up.

But as soon as I sat up, I felt my body sink. When I looked down, I saw an arm still pressing on my body.

I was startled for a moment, and then I saw the man lying next to me. He had woken up at some point and was looking at me with a smile. After a night's rest, his face looked much better, not as pale as yesterday.

On the contrary, he had a healthy blush and a smile on his lips, looking as if the old god was there and leisurely.

I was not very sober before, but as soon as I saw him, I immediately came to my senses: "You——"

"Morning."

He said with a smile and closed his hand.

I was hugged into his arms, and my whole body unconsciously pressed against his chest. I felt the hot temperature and calm rise and fall of his chest, and then I really reacted and subconsciously reached out to push him, but

It’s too late.

He turned over and pressed on me, biting my earlobe lightly.

The numbness in the pain made my whole body tremble, and I was caught off guard and let out a low cry: "Ah——!" Hearing this voice, he not only did not stop, but actually whispered in my ear.

Bian chuckled softly, and his hot lips slid down, landing on the slender neck under the earlobe, and kissed him gently.

"Don't be like this..."

The itchy and painful feeling made me tremble and curl up. I could only tilt my head and push his shoulders. He didn't force me to do anything. He just covered me and looked at my cheeks, which were hot and red.

, kept shrinking and dodging his gaze, laughing so hard that her eyes were bent.

"Did you sleep well?"

"..." I was pressed by him, and my breathing was a little short. He could obviously feel it, but he refused to let me go. I could only tilt my head and look at the swaying bamboo shadow outside the window. For a long time, I nodded gently.

He nodded: "Yeah."

"I slept well too."

As he spoke, he looked at me with a smile: "With you here, even my dreams become much more beautiful."

Hearing his voice was so pleasant that I couldn't help but look at him and said softly: "What did you dream about?"

He smiled, stretched out one hand and gently brushed away the messy hair on my forehead, put his palm against my cheek, and said softly: "I dreamed that the clothes you were wearing were redder than your face.

."

"..."

I understood immediately, my cheeks turned even redder, and I turned my head and refused to look at him.

But he refused to stop there, and asked me seemingly seriously: "If you choose a wedding dress, what pattern do you like? Is it better to have flowers blooming to make you rich? Or is it better to have dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness?"

"..."

He actually started to care about the color of the wedding dress.

Speaking of which, although I had already agreed to him, I had never thought about it, or even had such a scene in my mind. It was only at this moment, when he mentioned it, that I understood it in a daze.

This matter has already been put on his agenda.

No wonder he is so happy.

Facing him who was so happy, I didn't know what kind of mood I should use to face him. I just felt a little uncomfortable being pressed by him, so I reached out and pushed his shoulder: "You are so heavy..."

I thought that he would get out of the way, but after a push, the man didn't move at all. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed it against my forehead, looking at me with a crooked smile: "Do I weigh? How much do I weigh?"

”

The hot breath sprayed on my face, and my face turned red. I pushed him twice more: "Get up quickly."

"Pressing you?"

"Hmm."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Hmm."

"Why do you feel so bad?"

"..."

I raised my eyes and looked at him, and finally realized that this person was teasing me, and what I realized more clearly was the surge of impulse that could hardly be concealed in his hot body every time he breathed in and out...

As soon as I felt it, I trembled slightly.

He was still smiling, but there was clearly a tense feeling in his smile, and even his breath was getting hotter and hotter. When it sprayed on my face, I clearly had the illusion of being burned.

"Qingying..."

His voice became muffled, and his big hands, hotter than his breath, slowly reached out to my body, where my clothes and belts were connected.

I shuddered suddenly and hurriedly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't..."

This time, neither of them moved.

He looked at me closely, his eyes almost filled with my pale figure and frightened expression. Under his gaze, my already weak body became more and more curled up and tightened. After being silent for a long time, I finally raised my eyes and looked at

He said softly: "Don't be like this, okay?"

"..."

"We are going to get married soon."

"..."

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake. The ripples it caused also soothed his tight breathing.

He pecked my earlobe and sat up with a smile.

I lay on the bed and felt a chill because he suddenly stood up. I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Neither of us had washed up yesterday. We didn't even take off our coats and just fell asleep. Fortunately, the room was warm and we didn't catch a cold. As soon as he got up, the maids came in with hot water towels and helped us both wash up.

, and also brought his clothes. After he changed his clothes and looked neat and tidy, he felt a lot more energetic. He stood at the door and took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and stretched.

At this time, I was sitting in front of the dressing table, and the maid behind me was combing my hair. He turned back to look at me, with a faint smile on his face. After looking at it for a while, he turned around and walked out.

I thought he had left. When my hair was combed, the maid bowed to me and was about to go out. As soon as I reached the door, I bumped into him, holding a few small bamboo leaves in his hand and folding it back. He hurriedly leaned over.

Saluted him. He just waved his hand and walked in with a smile.

I was still sitting there, and when I saw him walking up behind me, his cheerful smiling face was reflected in the bronze mirror, I also smiled: "What's the matter?"

He didn't say anything, but took the bamboo leaf in his hand and inserted it into my head.

I moved subconsciously: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

He pressed my face with two little fingers to keep me still, and then carefully inserted a bamboo leaf into the bun. After inserting it, he looked around and carefully folded another bamboo leaf on top of it.

Above, insert a bun.

I understand what he is doing.

The sunshine outside was just right, shining on the dressing table through the open window, and the wind carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves also blew in, causing the broken hair on my cheeks to caress my skin, causing bursts of tingling.

The feeling. In the mirror, he is still busy with my hair.

I am no longer just a teenager, and I am certainly not what he calls a "girl." With a daughter as old as Li'er, I naturally have my hair pulled up, but I have never been lazy about dressing up, and I have almost no jewelry.

The long hair is dark and dark, and although the bun is simple and chic, it is just a black head.

And with two or three touches of his fingers, I added a few leaves of fresh green to my black hair.

When he finished, he raised his head and looked at me in the bronze mirror, and said with a smile: "How is it? Does it look good?"

He put a few bamboo leaves on the chic and dignified bun, which suddenly became a little playful, fresh and bright. One or two dots of fresh green were dotted on the right side of the bun, which almost made my whole body white and fresh.

.

I looked at myself in the bronze mirror and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Do you like it?"

As he spoke, he touched both my cheeks with his fingers that were still wet with the dew on the bamboo leaves. The cool and moist feeling made me tremble, as if I suddenly woke up. Looking at his smiling eyes in the bronze mirror, I hesitated.

After a while, he nodded slightly.

The smile in his eyes was a little deeper. He held my shoulders and looked at the bronze mirror, and said with a smile: "You said you are not a girl, but you are not as old-fashioned as you said. How about dressing up like this?"

"..."
To be continued...