In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone in.
Hmm~ I stretched and yawned, a happy glow spreading across my face. I didn't want to get up too early because next to me lay the most important person in my life, her!
That's my wife – Mu Sirui!
Today is the second day of our marriage, and I can't express how I feel right now. How should I put it?
Right now, I'm feeling incredibly relaxed and happy, with a blissful feeling washing over me like a spring breeze, making me feel wonderfully comfortable.
We cut the cake together, symbolizing a long and happy marriage. This shared moment represents our commitment to working together, hand in hand, to grow old together and create a brighter future for us all…
I let Sirui's face lean closer to mine, and a feeling of tenderness welled up within me.
As I looked at her, it felt as if we had traveled back to yesterday, walking side by side, supporting each other amidst laughter, joy, and blessings.
In the air, the scattered petals chattered incessantly like magpies on a bridge, fluttering and falling on our heads, causing my wife to shyly press against my chest.
As we walked, the red carpet stretched far into the distance, as if telling us that our happy ending, where we would grow old together, lay at its edge. We gazed at each other, speechless, for we were so fortunate. In our excitement, it felt like a gentle breeze caressing my body, like a clear spring nourishing my soul. It united us, making us one, loving each other, never to be apart again.
My wife is 25 years old, and I am one year older than her. She is 1.75 meters tall, while I am 5 centimeters taller than her, standing at 1.8 meters.
I have thick eyebrows and big eyes, I'm neither ugly nor fat, and I don't affect the city's appearance when I walk on the street.
That wouldn't make other boys' hearts flutter.
I believe I can charm every pretty girl I've ever seen and sail into their fluttering, budding hearts.
However, from the moment I met her, I realized what it meant to fall head over heels for someone.
Because she was so beautiful, her every move evoked feelings of pity and panic in me, and even stirred up a youthful stirring within me at the age of 28.
I never feel lonely when I think of her. Her image often resides in my heart. When I think of her, I don't feel adrift. She is free and easy in my mind. I am never lonely when I love her. Her smile is my greatest happiness.
She has phoenix-like eyes, and her alluring, arched eyebrows seem to speak volumes, always drawing your gaze involuntarily.
She has a classic oval face, fair and delicate skin that looks like it could be broken with a touch, and her captivating smile is like a blooming flower bud, as radiant as a summer flower. Coupled with her perfectly shaped S-curve figure, she walks like a lifelike goddess, always leaving an impression on people.
What she was most proud of was her teardrop-shaped E-ring breasts, which were so round and full that they did not sag, making countless men drool and stare at them intently.
At 25, Si Rui's most beautiful features are perfectly developed. She is confident about this, but at the same time, she is also troubled. Her plump, pink lips are constantly under the attention of the opposite sex. That moist, soft, and alluring warmth is framing that face that makes me restless.
As for others observing her, I see this as my source of pride, something no one can replace.
When I encounter these situations, I always take the initiative to put my arm around her waist, my handsome face displaying a unique expression of smugness.
Her full waist was so slender it seemed boneless, and her body slid down gracefully.
Beneath her full hips, her long, slender, and fair legs accentuated her plump, rounded buttocks, making them appear even more full, firm, and perky. They prevented my hands from reaching out. After being gently nudged by her, her eyes would always emit seductive rays. When she got angry, her nose would pout, yet she would still be playful and cute. Her pure appearance would always dazzle my budding eyes.
I looked down and chuckled as I watched her small feet. They were slightly closed together, and due to the full structure of her pelvis, they accentuated her soft, fair legs and the tight gap between her knees. When she walked, her legs, like a cat's, could draw a long line, closing the gap at both ends and leaving a light and soft feeling, as if she were stepping on an air cushion, yet her steps were both light and powerful.
An ancient saying goes, "A woman with bound feet is destined for a good marriage; the wedding night is a time of intense passion and love." This refers to a woman like my wife.
Her thick, jet-black hair, parted diagonally down the middle, seemed to flutter and constantly need tidying, as if it were created to cover the ethereal fairy beneath the weeping willows.
My wife works as a teaching assistant at a junior high school. The teaching profession has given her a touch of scholarly elegance. But what I see most is her lively and energetic interactions with the children. This is a job she loves, and it suits her personality.
His wife's father passed away early, and her mother is a top professor in a famous University. The family is very well-off.
My wife received a good education from a young age. She is well-educated, kind, and lovely. Before our marriage, she had no fewer than a hundred men pursuing her. Some offered her houses, cars, and money, but none of them could win her heart.
Her privileged life has made her disdain all of this. She enjoys being happy, helping others, and doing things she likes. But these are also things I worry about, because my wife is too kind and easily trusts others. Coupled with her stunningly beautiful and sexy appearance and figure, she always makes herself vulnerable to some unscrupulous people. But thankfully, I'm here, and I always manage to defuse the crisis.
But what if this continues, and what happens when I'm not around?
My mother-in-law entrusted me with the task of taking good care of Sirui. She works in the United States and can't come back often, so she has put this important responsibility on my shoulders. I can't let my mother-in-law down.
However, after a few days, I had to go on a business trip soon, which made me anxious. I was always afraid that what I was worried about would actually happen, and gradually, I started to pressure myself...
It was a crisp early summer morning, and a few rays of sunlight streamed in, illuminating our faces. My wife opened her sleepy eyes and murmured, "Hmm~ Hey ha! Hmm~" She wiggled her little fists and then stretched. Her outstretched, white arms stunned me, as if I were looking at a playful sprite rather than a person. As I browsed the screen, the changing scenes stirred my emotions and made my blood boil.
Her skin was still as white as ever, that much was certain, and on its surface, there were those teardrop-shaped breasts that I couldn't even hold, as if they had come alive, their full color controlling my passion.
At that moment, I could no longer hold back and pressed my lips to my wife's. "Mmm! Ah~" Amid my wife's exclamation, I pressed down on her full and translucent body, attacking from both above and below, indulging in the beauty of her body.
"Hahaha~ Ya~ Hahaha."
She was laughing evasively, and her little hands were patting me.
This was the first time I had ever enjoyed my wife's softness. Because I had no experience, I was like a clueless greenhorn, groping around haphazardly. My wife felt ticklish and a little sore from my "caresses." She bit me, and as I grimaced, she suddenly broke free and jumped up, pretending to be angry and hitting me a few times before laughing loudly.
Just as I was about to continue enjoying this blissful moment, my wife suddenly yelled, "Oh no! I'm going to be late, it's all your fault!"
After saying that, he quickly ran towards the changing room.
I rolled over, and there was still a vivid bridge sticking out in front of me. When my wife changed her clothes and returned to the master bedroom, she looked at me with a blank and curious expression, and a shy look appeared on her face. It quickly disappeared, and she kissed me on the forehead. "Don't be unfaithful, or I'll beat you to a pulp, hmph!"
After saying that, she picked up her bag, humming a little tune, and walked out of the house.
...
I lit a cigarette and exhaled wisps of smoke. Suddenly, I started to laugh because I had thought our first time would be sacred, a time of deep affection, but it ended so hastily.
Recalling the scene of my wife avoiding me, I laughed so hard that I dropped my cigarette butt on the ground. I stubbed it out, breathless, and went to the window. My wife was riding her electric scooter out of the community gate. As she drove away, I took a deep breath and smiled happily. The feeling of being newlyweds was beginning to fill my heart.
In my memory: I thought this feeling of happiness would stay with me forever, accompanying me through the years.
However, it has become a beautiful face and peach blossoms, with the passing of time.
Because, in the days that followed, a person completely different from Si Rui appeared, and his appearance turned my life upside down…