In winter, happiness always comes like a woman with thick costumes late
Bian Jing is my happiness. Every morning when I wake up, I have to look at her carefully. Her sleeping looks very much like a baby, which makes me unable to disturb her innocent dream. I always wonder, what is I like in her dream? Looking at her smiling sweetly, I must think of me perfectly. She has given me too many ideal colors. She has always hoped that I will love as simple as her, without any impurities, like pure water.
But I still have Song Min in my heart. My phone is full of Song Min’s text messages. Song Min has to send me dozens of messages every day, and Bian Jing only sends one when she really misses me.
Bian Jing is still as reserved as when we first met, which sometimes makes me feel that he doesn't love me deeply enough
I actually hope that she can love me without reservation and open her whole heart to me
I looked out the window. The sunlight was hiding in the gray clouds and fog and refused to come out, just like my dull mood. I really wanted to call Bian Jing immediately, leave this city, go far, and leave all the worries. Only the two of us, even in a deep mountain and old forest, are happy. I also believe that she is willing to go anywhere with me, even though she knows that I have many, many people who care about me.
I suddenly realized that she was very cunning. In the past two years of love, she never shared heavy and depressing things with me, so that I could know that at most, she would act coquettishly with me and make a fuss about her temper.
I really want to know all her thoughts, and I really want to sneak into her brain to find those mysterious symbols
However, she kept a place in a corner, closed it and did not let me know
Bian Jing snorted softly, as if she was about to wake up, but she just turned over
Her smooth back was exposed, and her skin was as delicate as the Ru kiln porcelain in the Song Dynasty
I couldn't help but reach out to touch her. Maybe my hand was too cold. She trembled and said in a vague way: Let me sleep for a while longer
The quilt slid off her body, she pulled it up and wrapped herself tightly, like a rose closing her eyes, the smile on her lips gently blew off with a hint of sadness, and her brows frowned slightly
I asked softly: What did you dream of
She closed her eyes and replied: It's nothing...I'll get up in a while...
I left the bed and walked to the distance to look at the cold air in her room like an invisible wall, blurring my vision
I walked to the bed again and found that her underwear fell to the ground, so I picked it up and went to the bathroom
This is the first time I washed her underwear, and it is also the first time I washed her underwear for a woman. My movements were gentle and tender, as if I were bathing a child. Looking at her underwear in my hands, it was like watching her body rolling in my palm, making me extremely pity
When we all washed up and sat at the table for breakfast, we looked at each other and smiled. Yesterday's unhappiness disappeared in an instant
Bian Jing picked up the chopsticks and divided the poached eggs on the plate into a few small pieces, then picked up one and delivered them to my mouth. She always liked to feed me when she was eating. At first, I was used to letting a little girl treat me like this, but now I just feel happy and ate it one by one.
Do you really like me to feed you
Yes, I didn't like it at first, I always think you treat me as a child
Ha, that's because of your machismoism. I love you, I don't understand the mood at all
Your women's motherhood is great
Yes, I have read a book that says: Women are men's wife, friends, lovers, sisters, sisters, mothers, and sometimes they have to be policemen to discipline men well. Oh..., it's so tiring, but I like it! Haha
Am I making you very tired?
Not very tired, it is really tiring to really love someone, but you have to adjust your mindset yourself, especially when you meet a man like you, no one who is strong and has no nerves, haha
You're becoming more and more like a philosopher
I found out that I have grown up a lot after I met you, and falling in love with you is really a harsh thing
Okay, we're getting married soon, so we won't be harsh in the future
You see, you said this again, as if you were completing the task I assigned you
No matter what you think, I know one thing very well, I must marry you
Bian Jing stopped the chopsticks and looked at me with her eyes focused on her, as if she was examining the true meaning of my words.
A few minutes later, she smiled and said: Can't you make a formal statement?
As he spoke, he looked at my legs
I understood what she meant, so I stood up very seriously, walked to her, held her right hand, knelt on one leg, and said: I beg you to marry me, I will love you more than my own life
Bian Jing's eyes of joy were immediately filled with tears, and she said tremblingly: Say it again
I will love you more than I love my life
Say it again
I love you! I agree that I don’t want my life, and I want to marry you as my wife!
Bian Jing's tears were circling in her eyes, but she still said persistently: Say it again, I still have to listen!
I love you!
She suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes with her back to me.
When she turned around, her eyes were like summer flowers blooming, so gorgeous and so wonderful that it was unspeakable
Bian Jing is my happiness. Every morning when I wake up, I have to look at her carefully. Her sleeping looks very much like a baby, which makes me unable to disturb her innocent dream. I always wonder, what is I like in her dream? Looking at her smiling sweetly, I must think of me perfectly. She has given me too many ideal colors. She has always hoped that I will love as simple as her, without any impurities, like pure water.
But I still have Song Min in my heart. My phone is full of Song Min’s text messages. Song Min has to send me dozens of messages every day, and Bian Jing only sends one when she really misses me.
Bian Jing is still as reserved as when we first met, which sometimes makes me feel that he doesn't love me deeply enough
I actually hope that she can love me without reservation and open her whole heart to me
I looked out the window. The sunlight was hiding in the gray clouds and fog and refused to come out, just like my dull mood. I really wanted to call Bian Jing immediately, leave this city, go far, and leave all the worries. Only the two of us, even in a deep mountain and old forest, are happy. I also believe that she is willing to go anywhere with me, even though she knows that I have many, many people who care about me.
I suddenly realized that she was very cunning. In the past two years of love, she never shared heavy and depressing things with me, so that I could know that at most, she would act coquettishly with me and make a fuss about her temper.
I really want to know all her thoughts, and I really want to sneak into her brain to find those mysterious symbols
However, she kept a place in a corner, closed it and did not let me know
Bian Jing snorted softly, as if she was about to wake up, but she just turned over
Her smooth back was exposed, and her skin was as delicate as the Ru kiln porcelain in the Song Dynasty
I couldn't help but reach out to touch her. Maybe my hand was too cold. She trembled and said in a vague way: Let me sleep for a while longer
The quilt slid off her body, she pulled it up and wrapped herself tightly, like a rose closing her eyes, the smile on her lips gently blew off with a hint of sadness, and her brows frowned slightly
I asked softly: What did you dream of
She closed her eyes and replied: It's nothing...I'll get up in a while...
I left the bed and walked to the distance to look at the cold air in her room like an invisible wall, blurring my vision
I walked to the bed again and found that her underwear fell to the ground, so I picked it up and went to the bathroom
This is the first time I washed her underwear, and it is also the first time I washed her underwear for a woman. My movements were gentle and tender, as if I were bathing a child. Looking at her underwear in my hands, it was like watching her body rolling in my palm, making me extremely pity
When we all washed up and sat at the table for breakfast, we looked at each other and smiled. Yesterday's unhappiness disappeared in an instant
Bian Jing picked up the chopsticks and divided the poached eggs on the plate into a few small pieces, then picked up one and delivered them to my mouth. She always liked to feed me when she was eating. At first, I was used to letting a little girl treat me like this, but now I just feel happy and ate it one by one.
Do you really like me to feed you
Yes, I didn't like it at first, I always think you treat me as a child
Ha, that's because of your machismoism. I love you, I don't understand the mood at all
Your women's motherhood is great
Yes, I have read a book that says: Women are men's wife, friends, lovers, sisters, sisters, mothers, and sometimes they have to be policemen to discipline men well. Oh..., it's so tiring, but I like it! Haha
Am I making you very tired?
Not very tired, it is really tiring to really love someone, but you have to adjust your mindset yourself, especially when you meet a man like you, no one who is strong and has no nerves, haha
You're becoming more and more like a philosopher
I found out that I have grown up a lot after I met you, and falling in love with you is really a harsh thing
Okay, we're getting married soon, so we won't be harsh in the future
You see, you said this again, as if you were completing the task I assigned you
No matter what you think, I know one thing very well, I must marry you
Bian Jing stopped the chopsticks and looked at me with her eyes focused on her, as if she was examining the true meaning of my words.
A few minutes later, she smiled and said: Can't you make a formal statement?
As he spoke, he looked at my legs
I understood what she meant, so I stood up very seriously, walked to her, held her right hand, knelt on one leg, and said: I beg you to marry me, I will love you more than my own life
Bian Jing's eyes of joy were immediately filled with tears, and she said tremblingly: Say it again
I will love you more than I love my life
Say it again
I love you! I agree that I don’t want my life, and I want to marry you as my wife!
Bian Jing's tears were circling in her eyes, but she still said persistently: Say it again, I still have to listen!
I love you!
She suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes with her back to me.
When she turned around, her eyes were like summer flowers blooming, so gorgeous and so wonderful that it was unspeakable