Ye Jue groaned and grabbed Song Yan's head with a big palm. Seeing that she had reacted, Ye Jue felt much more relieved.

"If you are happy, then bite harder, I won't hurt." After Ye Jue said that, Song Yan let go of him, then knelt up, and his face pressed against Ye Jue's shoulder. It seemed that only with such intimate touch could Song Yan truly feel that Ye Jue belonged to her completely.

"Ye Jue." She called his name softly.

Ye Jue said "um" softly.

"You will be mine for the rest of your life." Song Yan asked carefully, afraid that she would ask for too much, God would take back her request.

Ye Jue nodded solemnly: "Yes, this life, the next life, and the next life..."

"Don't want too much. I want you to belong to me alone in this life." Song Yan said this and hugged Ye Jue tightly: "Okay?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ye Jue gently combed her head: "Yan'er, can we get up and have breakfast?"

"Okay." Song Yan let go of Ye Jue, turned around, and prepared to get out of bed.

But Ye Jue took her back again, her back against his naked, naked chest, and the masculinity of his body came from his skin. Song Yan suddenly looked back at him: "Didn't you say you want to have breakfast? Why are you still holding me?"

Ye Jue raised his hand and lifted a thread of her face, lowered his head, and kissed her lips, then looked up and said, "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to kiss you."

Song Yan's little face turned slightly red, and she reached out to push his chest: "Don't."

Seeing her resentful look on her face, Ye Jue thought that she cried so hard last night, and the fire in her body was suppressed immediately. Forget it, let her go first, she is still so small.

"I'll take you for breakfast, then go to Hudong Middle School to register, and take you around the city."

"We have to return the wedding dress."

"No." Ye Jue had already stood up and took Song Yan's clothes from the closet. It was a pink long skirt. He walked up to her and put the long skirt beside her: "Someone will come to take it away."

Song Yan held the clothes and said with a smile: "You are talking about Su Moba."

"Well, go and wash, it's all sweat."

"I'm just going." Song Yan took her skirt in.

The clothes on his body were removed in a few seconds, and Ye Jue also came in from outside. Song Yan was so scared that she covered her body. Hua Rong asked in a mistake: "Ye Jue, why are you coming in? I want to take a shower, you can go out quickly."

"I want to wash too." As he spoke, Ye Jue had already taken off his clothes, and Song Yan quickly turned her back.

Although the two had experienced the most intimate stage last night, Song Yan was still thin-skinned for the newlyweds.

Ye Jue came in carelessly and took off his clothes in front of her. She felt that her face was about to explode, so hot and hot.

At this time, the water rushed down, and the warm water sprinkled on her back. She hurriedly looked back and saw Ye Jue standing behind her, covering her waist with one hand, and cleaning her body seriously.

"No, I'll do it myself, Ye Jue, I'm so tickled, don't touch my waist." Song Yan said angrily and amused.

Sometimes, there are some things she doesn't want, but he insists on doing so.

Just like now!

"You are my wife, don't be shy." Ye Jue turned her body: "I've seen you, so you can see it back too."

"A naive ghost."

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