On the wedding stage, they drank a toast in public once, but it was not a toast between the two of them.


    A small gesture, Vivian Mond was touched by it.


    It’s the little things that make the difference.


    It was the little things that showed how much he loved her, and Vivian Mond saw it in her eyes and took it to heart.


    Morris Cheal lifted his wrist around hers, and the two of them held the red wine, gazing at each other with affection, smiling at each other, with great affection.


    Half a ss of red wine, the two drank it down in one go.


    After finishing it, Morris Cheal frowned, “Why is the wine bitter?”


    “Bitter?”


    Vivian Mond froze, looked at Morris Cheal, and then looked at his own ss, “What I drank was not bitter.”


    “But my wine is quite bitter, maybe there’s something wrong with the wine.”


    “There’s something wrong with the wine?”


    “Well, if you don’t believe me, taste it.” He suggested.


    “Okay, I’ll taste it.”


    A frightened Vivian Mond immediately reached out to pick up the bottle, but before her hand could touch it, Morris Cheal pulled it into her arms, “We’re drinking the same wine, mine is bitter, yours is not, so there must be something wrong with me. You should taste me.”


    Caught off guard, the man kissed her on the lips, probing between her lips and teeth before she could react.


    But Vivian Mond still foolishly sucked lightly, tasting it carefully, willow brows frowning slightly, pushing him away, “There’s no bitter taste.”


    Her serious expression, quite serious, amused Morris Chealughed out loud, “Vivian, has anyone ever said that you … are silly and cute?”


    Perhaps Vivian Mond’s serious and puzzled expression was really excessively cute, Morris Cheal couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her baby-fat like white and tender cheeks.


    Vivian Mond looked embarrassed, “Morris Cheal, you’re too much!”


    “That’s too much?”


    He took her into his arms and leaned down to her ear and whispered, “You never said I was too much when I was crying in bed.”


    Vivian Mond: “…”


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    How did this happen somehow?


    Morris Cheal’s ragged breath spurted out faintly hot air, ruffling the hair around her ears, a few yful strands teasing her ear and neck, tickling her heart.


    Her breathing inexplicably followed by aggravation, swallowing saliva, can not help but blush red face.


    The man took her expression into his eyes and smiled badly, “For my husband has been away for a long time, Vivian is not ‘greedy bad?”


    “Only … not.”


    Vivian Mond snapped, “Who is like you, full of filthy desire ah.”


    He wrapped his arms around her waist and kept her close to his chest, such an intimate embrace filled even the air with a sweet smell.


    “People have seven feelings and six desires, how can we call it ‘tainted desire’? If there is no ‘lust’, it can’t be called seven feelings and six desires, rather it can be called clear mind.”


    Morris Cheal raised his hand and scratched her nose, “Do you want to send me to be a monk?”


    Only a monk has a pure heart and a pure mind.


    “Strong words.”


    Vivian Mond couldn’t hide the sweetness on her face as she listened to Morris Cheal’s set of words, and added, “It seems to make sense again.”


    “That’s natural.”


    The words fell, Morris Cheal leaned down and knocked her across, a princess hug, and carried her into the bedroom, “Whether my Vivian is hungry or not, I don’t know, but I’m really ‘hungry’.”


    “Morris~~”


    Vivian Mond as soon as he saw Morris Cheal’s stance was a bit of a wimp, wrapped his arms around his neck, bounced his legs and struggled, “Or don’t …”


    “Don’t what?”


    He leaned down and ced her gently on the bed, badly reached out and pinched her chin, “Hmm?”