This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 2195 Wan Tong, let me hug!

  Su Wantong stood in front of the door of the master bedroom and hesitated to unscrew the doorknob.

  In the dimly lit room, only the faint moonlight projected from the window.

  She paused, and then walked inside for a while, without turning on the lights, just following the route in memory, all the way to the window.

  There is the same as before, there is a white rose in the vase, blooming fragrance in the hazy night.

  Too familiar with the scenes and things here, even with the lights off, Su Wantong can easily find everything.

  Nothing has changed, exactly the same as before she left.

  Her fingertips lightly touched the petals, and the wet drops of water wetted her fingertips.

  Su Wantong twisted his fingertips and smiled.

  He must think she likes white roses, so he will still prepare fresh flowers every day even after she has been away for so long.

  Perhaps, it’s not that difficult to do it again.

  At this time, Su Wantong was immersed in his thoughts, and did not notice the light footsteps coming from the door.

  She didn't want to turn around until she was wrapped in a warm embrace behind her.

  However, the man’s arms encircled her from behind, and the strong masculine atmosphere enveloped her.

  Su Wantong was stiff and motionless.

  And Ling Wanxing said hoarsely: "Why did you enter the room by yourself? Tired?"

  Su Wantong tilted her head slightly, avoiding the hot breath sprayed on his skin, pursing her lips, and replied softly, “If you want to walk around, just pass by, just come in and take a look.”

  Perhaps the distance between the two of them was too close to Su Wantong a little uncomfortable, she patted Ling Wanxing’s arm, "You let me go first."

  After the words fell, she felt her hands tightening harder and harder, "Wantong, let me hug, I can't do anything."

  In such a pleading tone, Su Wantong could not say any more words of rejection.

   She sighed and lowered her eyes, feeling a strange mood in front of the dim and moonlight window.

  Not long, Ling Wanxing put his chin on the side of her face, rubbed it, and said, "You have lost a lot!"

  Su Wantong bit the corner of his mouth and did not answer his question. Instead, he asked: "Did you just go cooking?"

   "Yeah." Ling Wanxing let her go and turned her around by holding her shoulders. "The time for potato sirloin is a bit long. If you are very hungry, I will fry you snow peas first?"

  Su Wantong was imprisoned in the window sill and his arms, looking up at the man’s moonlit eyes, “I’m not very hungry, I’m just a little surprised, you can actually cook.”

  Ling Wanxing looked at Su Wantong deeply, rubbing her thumb lightly on her shoulder, and before leaning over him again in the next second, he took her into his arms.

  In the days without her, he learned a lot.

  To be precise, he learned all the things in the diary that Su Wantong left behind.

  He took the trajectories recorded by her personally for half a year to keep everything in mind.

  At this time, because Ling Wanxing did not speak, Su Wantong did not continue to question.

  Hugged into his arms by his powerful arms, I really feel his heartbeat and breathing, which is a warmth and emotion that I have never experienced in the past 20 years.

  Maybe the return to the manor has brought Su Wantong a different feeling, so in the dark bedroom, a trace of throbbing was fermenting in the heart.

  So that Su Wantong instinctively raised his arm and gently hugged him along his waist.

  (End of this chapter)