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When Gu Xiangling woke up, it was already late into the night. Outside the window, the night was as thick as ink and it was unknown when the moon had already hidden itself into the clouds. At the head of the bed, two small wall lamps were brightly lit, rendering the atmosphere tranquil and warm.

She wanted to roll over, but her body was weak without any strength. "He extended his hand and touched his side, only to feel a chill." "Hubby!" She called out, but there was no answer.

Listening carefully, the faint sound of cooking could be heard coming from the kitchen and the air was filled with a pungent smell. She suddenly felt hungry, had a simple lunch, and had been in the car for so long.

After arriving home, he busied himself for a long time. How could he not be hungry? But with Song Mingjian's current condition, how about he go to the kitchen? Well, she couldn't imagine. He forced himself out of bed, put on a coat and slippers, and ran to the kitchen.

The restaurant was brightly lit, and there were several dishes with a rich fragrance on the table. Song Mingjian was currently carrying a large bowl of delicious soup. Heh, I just finished cooking and you're already awake.

Gu Xiangling pulled off the apron around his waist and forced him into the dining chair. She half warned him, half begged, "Please, don't do this and that, okay?"

Song Mingjian smiled and shook his head, pulling her onto his lap. Wasn't it just some housework? "How tired I am!"

Gu Xiangling refused to forgive him and said, "It's just that it's impossible, does my words really have any use?" She asked in a queen's voice, "Who is in charge of this family?"

Song Mingjian did not reply, his lips lightly pressed against her forehead a few times. Gu Xiangling asked in an aggressive manner: "Answer me, who is in charge here?" Who exactly is listening to whom? "

"I'll listen to you, baby." Song Ming's sword gently brushed away a strand of hair on Gu Xiangling's forehead. His eyes were filled with sincere affection. Xiang Ling, listen to me. You have suffered too much for my sake, and in order to keep your innocence and not marry anyone else, you have jumped into the sea at all costs. He almost died on the island and came to me as soon as he was rescued. "Even though I've already fallen to the bottom, you're still loyal to me. Xiang Ling, you're so deep in love, how can I repay you?"

Gu Xiangling felt a lump in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I should have given you the best material life to make you envied by everyone. But now, I am implicating you to live in seclusion in this secluded countryside for me. I can only express my true feelings for you as best I can. " Song Mingjian spoke to the point of being emotional, and his tone became more and more emotional: "How many times have I felt that my love for you had reached its limit? But you always make me realize that I can love you even more. "

The temperature was dropping, and it was snowing hard all day outside the window. The constant snowfall had turned the world into a silvery white. The room was filled with the liveliness of spring. Warm flames constantly danced in the fireplace, making the air even hotter.

Song Mingjian lazily sat on the sofa while Gu Xiangling rested his head on his knees. Both of their faces were dyed with a faint crimson color. Their fingers were interlocked as they occasionally conversed softly.

There was no need for words, just an expression in her eyes conveyed all her feelings.

Since the temperature had dropped, the two of them almost never went out of their home, and always snuggled together.

A faint sound of firecrackers could be heard. Song Mingjian shook the wine cup in his hand, and the bright red wine in it slightly trembled. Xiang Ling, did you hear that? It's the Spring Festival again. "

He took a sip of his red wine and thought back to last year's Spring Festival. At that time, he was the president of a high-spirited company with a bountiful career and love. The family was gathered together. It was the happiest Spring Festival he had ever experienced in his life.

And this year...

Song Tianshu was still unconscious, so he could only lie in the hospital. He was like a stray dog that couldn't go home. He could only give his mother a short greeting to let her know that his son was still alive.

He had almost lost everything. Fortunately, his most beloved treasure was still by his side.

On New Year's Eve, because it was even thinner in the countryside, only a few fireworks could be seen in the night sky.

A dozen or so lights slowly flew up into the sky. Gu Xiangling clasped her hands together, praying with a pious expression on her face. Song Mingjian had only spoken to her after making a wish: "Greed, how many wishes did you make?"

"Many of them are the same." Gu Xiangling raised both of her hands to her mouth and kept exhaling. Her cheeks were red from the cold, while her watery eyes became increasingly clear and beautiful. "It's so cold, so cold!"

Song Ming held her two slender jade hands in one of his, and used the other to brush away the snow that was on her hair and clothes. Can you tell me what you wish for? "

"May we never …" Gu Xiangling suddenly stopped and cried out involuntarily, "Aiya, I can't say it. It won't work if I say it."

"Silly girl!" Song Mingjian carried her by the waist and entered the restaurant. He didn't turn on the light. The dining table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth. A few heart-shaped glass cups were placed on the table. Inside, several scented candles in the shape of gardenia were burning.

To create a romantic atmosphere, the walls were covered in wallpaper of dark purple flowers. Song Ming turned on the speaker and the melodious sound of a lute slowly rang out. The candlelight flickered and the music was faint. This atmosphere was as romantic and illusory as a dream.

They ate French food. They were drunk with goose liver, melons and salmon, fried muffins, oysters with champagne and cream, fried chicken leg meat, broth of vegetables and cream mushrooms …

These were all dishes that Song Mingjian had recently learned. He had repeated them countless times and studied a large number of recipes, finally creating a perfect and flawless taste. Especially the foie gras, which was wrapped in a light yellow goose oil. It was lying on a snow-white plate with green lettuce and black, sparkling caviar. It was really appetizing.

The taste of exquisite and soft spread in the mouth, that exquisite feeling made people not want to chew it with their tongue, they just wanted it to stay in their mouth, letting their tongue feel its endless smooth and soft taste. Even though Gu Xiangling had eaten many delicious foods, she had no choice but to give in.

Song Mingjian saw Gu Xiangling's expression of enjoyment and felt very gratified in her heart. It wasn't in vain that he spent so much time and effort on this. Seeing Gu Xiangling finish the goose liver on the plate, she felt unsatisfied. She then pushed her share to her, "I still have some."

Gu Xiangling didn't stand on ceremony with him, and ate up his portion slowly. Song Ming waved the wine cup in her hand as she stared at Gu Xiangling's face that was filled with joy.

Nestling for days and nights, his infatuation for her became even deeper. Love her all kinds of expressions, whether it is pretending to be angry anger, or the deep affection of the words. A single gaze from her caused him to be unable to control himself. He only wanted to be in contact with her body, and only wanted to be with her forever …