412 Chapter 411 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Pounce the Male Protagonist”

The unwilling first wife (ninety-five)

Now Zhou Min finally understands the heart-wrenching feeling of wanting to do something but not being able to do it. It’s really depressing for those people who want to do it but can’t.

“Ms. sir, you might as well not say anything at the beginning.” Zhou Min turned his head and didn’t want to talk.

Di Simo behind him laughed again because of Zhou Min’s words.

“Am I really fat?” Zhou Min asked Di Simo in a frustrated voice while pulling on Di Simo’s finger to vent his anger.

Women are very concerned about the word fat, whether it is implicit or direct.

“I find that it is difficult for you to focus on the key points.” Di Simo took his hand out of Zhou Min’s palm and tapped on the top of her head. “Should you be concerned about horizontal development? Shouldn’t you reflect on the fact that your practice has not improved at all in a hundred years? I remember that when you first came to Cangjing, while you were busy building a house, I taught you the Cang Shen Jue of the God Realm.”

Zhou Min smiled awkwardly. Di Simo didn’t mention it. She had almost forgotten it. It seemed that such a thing really happened. However, at that time, she really wasn’t thinking about practicing. In the past hundred years, every time she was preparing to practice, she had the urge to sit still and want to sleep.

Actually, I’m not here now either…

“Well, I will definitely practice tonight.” Zhou Min turned around and said obediently.

Di Simo shook his head helplessly. It seemed that for Zhou Min, a hundred years was really short for him. In his eternal life, it was a drop in the ocean. However, his emotions in these hundred years were the most he had ever experienced in his long life, especially his helplessness and helplessness towards her and all kinds of endless troubles.

As the swing swayed, Zhou Min felt like being held by Di Simo, lying surrounded by her favorite smell, which made her have the urge to fall asleep, especially when her whole body was still sore. Although Di Simo had given her medicine in advance, she was really exhausted these past few days.

When a ray of morning sunlight shone warmly on the two people hugging each other on Qianqiu’s lounge chair in the courtyard, Zhou Min was already lying in Di Simo’s arms and fell asleep again. Di Simo put one hand through Zhou Min’s waist from behind and hugged her. The elbow of his other hand was pressed against the armrest of the swing, supporting the side of his face and closing his eyes to rest.

The swing chair swayed slowly in the rain of white pear flowers, and the squeaking sound was scattered in the rain of flowers and the green courtyard. The petals were blown away and fell on their dresses and shoulders, as well as on the backs of their hands that were somehow intertwined because of the embrace.

The picture is momentarily peaceful and distant, beautiful and warm.

Time always seems to slip away inadvertently when two people get along. Di Simo’s eyes are changing slightly every day as he spends every second with Zhou Min.

“Have you done today’s practice?” Di Simo sat on the futon and wrote the Heart Sutra that he would write every day.

“Can you not practice…” Zhou Min, who was lying on Di Simo’s lap, propped up his body, grabbed Di Simo’s brush, and hugged his waist sideways. His arms tightened, and his pretty face rubbed against Di Simo’s arms. “I’m sleepy. If you don’t hold me, I’m sleepy but can’t sleep alone.”

Hearing this sentence, Di Simo lowered his head. His black jade eyes revealed his innate coldness and indifference, coupled with his arrogant curved chin. Although they had been together for a hundred years, when Di Simo looked at Zhou Min, he no longer had the extreme alienation and indifference, but it still gave people a sense of dignity and distance as if he were sitting upright in the ninth heaven.

“I don’t see why you are sleepy.” Although his tone was still cold, in Di Simo’s always cold eyes, there was no longer just frost, but a hint of smile like the sparkle of a candle, “Look at your hands…”

Zhou Min’s face instantly turned red with embarrassment. At this moment, Zhou Min’s slender fingers, as she held Di Simo in her arms, caressed his back and slowly slid down.

Di Simo lowered his head, and a light kiss fell on Zhou Min’s lips, like a dragonfly touching water, but Zhou Min was not satisfied with this kind of contact. He raised his hand and wrapped both hands around Di Simo’s neck, deliberately aggravating the kiss. It was a fierce kiss that was so wet and hot that it could start a prairie fire. Zhou Min kissed Di Simo from his teeth to the back of his tongue, and then to his lips, biting them numbly.

“Okay, Zhou Min, I have something important to deal with today, so I’ll just go to bed with you, but you can’t go over…”

Zhou Min waved her hand impatiently, and the book on the desk had completely fallen to the ground. Zhou Min used a lingering kiss to block what Di Simo was going to say next. When Zhou Min’s eyes were already covered with a layer of mist due to lust, she raised her head. Her wet eyelashes were long and curled, fluttering like butterfly wings.

“You can only throw me down when you say you want it, but I can’t overwhelm you at will? It’s not fair! Today, I want you!”

Zhou Min’s words made Di Simo helpless, but he didn’t know if he was thinking too much. Zhou Min seemed to be particularly different today, as if he was eager to seduce him.

But regardless of whether he thought too much, Di Simo seemed to be very tolerant of Zhou Min. He reached out, picked up her slender and light body, and walked slowly to the bed.

The big bed has soft quilts, white sheets embroidered with delicate woven flowers, and two pillows of the same color. The bed cover also has strange and beautiful tassels. The tassels hang down to the ground, making the whole bed strangely charming like blooming flowers.

All of this was based on Zhou Min’s request, and right now, on the bed where Zhou Min and Zhou Min had been in love for hundreds of years, lay a panting person with silky eyes.

Her beautiful black hair hanging down to her waist was spread messily on the bed. On the bed, Zhou Min was dressed in red clothes that looked like blood, slowly spread out on the white quilt. The setting sun, which looked like blood, was breathtakingly beautiful. The skirt of her clothes was slightly spread out, and her looming chest kept rising and falling. Her delicate collarbone was full of temptation, as if she was inviting Di Simo to bite her.

Because of the passionate kiss just now, her cheeks were stained with a deep pink color, which was so bright and intoxicating.

She was so beautiful that it was hard to refuse. Especially, Di Simo himself had long discovered that the warmth of Zhou Min’s body and the beating from time to time in her chest made him curious and extremely fascinated.

Leaning over, pressing her under him, and taking over the control, Di Simo began to kiss Zhou Min, who was begging for a kiss. Once their lips came together, both of them couldn’t help but sigh, not knowing why.

Di Simo’s deep kiss made Zhou Min involuntarily intoxicated, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Di Simo’s kiss began to extend downward, from the earlobe to the neck, and then to the collarbone. The numbness and pecks made Zhou Min’s heart flutter.

“Ms. sir… who do you think is more beautiful, your Tao or me… If you were given a choice, would your choice still be the previous answer?”