大神同学想被吃掉的樱花

Joseph described to her Cheska\'s picture with delicate clothes coming forward to toast, and of course, she was a little drunk, but Irish was already drunk then. After Cheska went forward to toast, Irish swapped the red wine in her cup with white wine, forcing her to drink it. Cheska did not want to drink, and she asked Cheska to admit that she was a pussy, so Cheska drank in a fit of anger. Irish caught Cheska on the shoulder and said, "Hey, why are you being so proud? You pretend in front of me every day. What do you have to dress up for? Don\'t you say you don\'t want to hook up with rich men? Obviously, you\'re jealous. It\'s an illness, you know. You have to cure it! What are you showing off? To put it bluntly, you are an old woman, and you are not as beautiful as I am, not as good as I am. Haven\'t you been alone all these years? It\'s tough at night, isn\'t it? I\'m telling you, I am officially married today, so you are a loser. Science has proved that you can\'t find the right man at this time. You\'ve left behind all your life. You want to find a rich man, right?" And she kept speaking.

Suddenly Cheska\'s psychological defense line was completely broken by Irish. Perhaps what a single woman was afraid of the more she heard. Irish\'s words became a weapon to attack her, breaking her down at once, and she began to cry on the lawn.

The bully, Irish, continued to pour her wine as if she wasn\'t the one who had said those words.

"This is definitely not me!" After listening to Joseph\'s narration, Irish protested abruptly.

Joseph rubbed her head hard. "This is you. Don\'t drink in the future." The fact that Irish was drunk and getting into trouble, he was not afraid of that, but he was afraid that she would be drunk in the arms of another man again, and he could not imagine what would happen after that.

After all, their story started when she was too drunk and fell into his bosom.

Joseph didn\'t think that all men were so decent and ignored a drunk woman who would freely fall in their arms.

Irish seemed to see her absurd behavior last night with his serious tone. She quickly bowed her head and kept silent by playing with the corners of his clothes. After a long time, she asked carefully, "What about my car?"

"Promise not to drink in a year, I\'ll return your car." Joseph hugged her, but the tone was very serious.

In a year?

Irish almost bit her tongue. "I have to go to work."

"Take the bus or taxi." Joseph was merciless.

"I\'ll be blocked!"

"Then take the subway."

"I\'ll be squeezed to death!"

Joseph looked at her with a smile. "It\'s all the same anyway, and the process doesn\'t matter."

"No."

Joseph pinched her nose, so she cried out, but he quickly said, "Which bride let the groom be alone on the night of their wedding?" 

"I was happy." Her face flushed with his stare.

Joseph smiled widely, and he approached her. 

"Now, make it up."

Irish was in his arms, and just between their movements, she felt his body\'s tension. After he said that, she wanted to avoid his body, but she sensed the familiar hard thing, and then she said. "Forget what you are thinking about."

Joseph hugged her from behind, and his cheek pressed down along her ear, and his voice was low and smiling, "Don\'t you like to do it?" Joseph teased her. 

Irish dared not move lightly, but her throat was a little dry, and she swallowed her saliva. "Nonsense, who likes to do it?"

That afternoon was leisurely, and time seemed to slow down a lot. The koi were swimming slowly in the aquarium, and birds also seemed to slow down, which flew and wiped the flowers. The red petals fell on the rocking chair and fell on Irish\'s cheeks. Joseph could not bear to steal a kiss, and her skin was slightly cool and sweaty. On such an afternoon, he held her in his arms. He had a cool, soft feeling, which also had a fragrance of flowers, like the taste of begonia flowers and her own aroma.

"Who always tells me that I like it?"

"Don\'t say that." Irish blushed, hurriedly turned around, and reached out to block his mouth.

Joseph also allowed her to act like this, with a smile in her eyes. He was rarely so relaxed, especially when his work ran out of almost all his time and mind, it was rare to lean here and laugh at her as leisurely as he did that afternoon.

The stubble on his chin tickled her palm, so she withdrew her hand and ignored him. Joseph hugged such a woman in his arms, who was his beloved; naturally, he had a desire for her, so his big hands could not help but slide down.

Fell to the waist, and his hand was clamped by Irish. She turned her head, "Stop it. You are always wild."

Joseph clung to her ear with a low smile.

"Do you mean when I am with you on the bed?"

Irish was really speechless.

If Joseph had the intention, she was definitely not his opponent unless he wanted to let her win or she suddenly had an unusual jump thinking. His dirty joke made her unable to speak, so she simply chose to be silent.

Joseph did not continue to entangle with her, holding her, so quietly lying under the tree, shaking slowly in the light wind like a red sea, and the petals moving with the wind like the waves on the sea, surging layer by layer.

Irish never imagined what it would be like to get along with Joseph after marriage. In the case of a near breakup, the two chose to marry, and she and he went into the marriage palace on the premise that they had almost lost trust in each other. It was not true that they were not worried. There were problems in their relationship, and at present, they moved into marriage, so was it the right solution?

But at least that afternoon was quiet and peaceful.

This stillness obscured all problems that should be solved and what should not be solved.

Since Joseph had found her on Bluestone lane, they avoided discussing each other\'s problems. Her misgivings about him and his doubts about her were suppressed by the jubilant atmosphere brought about by marriage.

She didn\'t know if it was a solution, but at least she was comfortable with him.

A long time later.

"I\'m hungry." She closed her eyes, enjoyed the breeze blowing her face, and opened her mouth lazily.

Joseph slightly adjusted his body. "I\'m hungry, too."

Irish looked back and rolled her eyes at him, "Why are you always thinking of it? I\'m really hungry."

Joseph looked into her eyes and said lightly, "I\'m really hungry, too. What are you thinking by now?"

Irish blushed again, cleared her throat, and stopped talking. It was not her thinking, but his thing was still standing up.

How did she know that his desire had gone away?