That delicate beauty was like a ray of light that illuminated this slightly stuffy night. In addition, my heart was constantly burning. I really couldn't control my breathing and kept becoming manic.
The clock stopped at twenty o'clock, but I felt that the night was so heavy and stuffy. No, my heart is heavy. It was engulfed by a nameless fire.
"Honey, I…" My breathing was already rough, and my voice was muffled.
My husband hugged me even tighter. We were connected and jumped together.
No, I can't take it anymore. My heart was screaming non-stop, and I didn't know where the warm current would go.
"Hubby, hubby, I feel like I've returned to our wedding night 15 years ago. The feeling in my heart is just like that night.”
"Honey, I'm the same as you. My heart is beating wildly now, as if I want to quickly fuse you with me and let our blood fuse.”
"Is that so? Hubby."
"Yes, my dear baby."
Before I could finish, my husband lowered his head and gently covered my mouth with his lips.
I twisted my waist as if I wanted to get rid of the suffocating feeling. No, it was the gentleness of love that was stimulating my soul. Step by step, I drifted towards beautiful happiness, making my heart completely soft in love.
The night was so quiet and peaceful. We forgot our age, forgot the space we were in, forgot that our children were at home, and forgot everything.
Each other reverberated in the endless storm, tasting the charm of love in the family. It was said that people in their late forties had no thoughts. It was said that people in their late forties forgot the taste of romance.
But why do I always have the feelings of a young girl in front of my husband?
"Honey…" A soft cry that spoke of my heart. I no longer need to use words to describe everything, because I feel that no matter how beautiful the words are, they will not be able to explain how deep my love is, how strong my feelings are. I could only quietly lie in my husband's arms and use my heart to understand his feelings.
That was the wisest and best way for me to express that I was already a mature woman.
The warm moisture lingered in my eyes.
That familiar embrace, that familiar smell, that familiar everything. At this moment, I still feel like a new person.
She didn't want to let go of her hands and put them down. I want to hug my husband like this for the rest of my life. I want to stick to my husband's heart for the rest of my life.
A large hand was gently stroking my hair. I closed my eyes slightly, wanting to cut off the hot moist drop and let it drip down.
"My wife. Are you tired?"
"I'm not tired, hubby. I don't feel tired at all with you around.”
The warmth in my heart grew stronger and stronger, but I didn't want to move. I really wanted to fall asleep in my husband's arms.
"If you're not tired, let's go out for a walk, okay?”
"Yes, hubby."
I let go of my hands and tidied my messy hair. Hubby reached out his hand and waited for my response. I know that no matter what, my husband will always hold my hand and walk with me.
Who said that an old couple holding hands was like a left hand holding a right hand? There was no feeling, no warmth. These words don't come true for me. When my husband holds my hand, my heart will beat faster.
Their ten fingers intertwined, never leaving.
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