Like the waves tossed high into the air, they gradually returned to calm, only to rise and fall again and again, finally echoing with lingering charm.
It was endless bliss.
Ning Anmiao opened her eyes and looked at the man beside her. She let out a drowsy hum and couldn't help kicking him with her foot.
Picking out the wedding dress today wasn't really tiring, but this man had really worn her out after they got back. She didn't even have the strength to get out of bed and walk.
As soon as her foot kicked over, the man's big hand immediately held her foot and squeezed it in his palm. Ning Anmiao was startled and tried to pull it back, but she couldn't move.
"You're quite feisty," his voice was unexpectedly deep. His palm slid across the top of her foot and slowly climbed up to her calf.
Ning Anmiao was ticklish. Immediately, she burst into giggles and her calf swayed. The man paused for a moment and then contentedly pulled her into his arms.
"Are you still going to be naughty?"
Ning Anmiao blinked her eyes and secretly protested, "You always use force to oppress people."
Lu Yan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His voice was low and filled with a smile. "Occasionally, I can also adopt a gentle policy."
After saying that, he gently started to kiss her face.
His familiar scent surrounded her, enveloping her whole body. She looked at his magnified handsome face and held her breath.
She raised her hand and gently stroked his eyebrow bone, inch by inch.
From the eyebrow bone, to his eyes, and then to his nose.
This action and habit of hers had started when they got married three years ago. Lu Yan had always let her do these little things, but he had never asked the reason.
At this moment, he really wanted to ask.
"Why is your little hand always so restless?" Lu Yan smiled and held her hand, preventing her from moving around. "What, are you addicted to touching?"
She opened her mouth, her eyes full of playfulness. "I often think that your face is never boring to look at. There must be a secret to it."
Lu Yan had a very strong and sharp facial contour. His often cold and solemn expression made him seem aloof and unapproachable.
But this very person had the most sincere and passionate heart.
He seemed so cold and heartless, but when he fell in love, he was so full of tenderness.
In the past, Ning Anmiao did this to try to find the softest part of his heart through his cold and hard bone structure.
Now she didn't need to try anymore.
Because she was sure that the softest part of Lu Yan's heart belonged to her.
But she still habitually stroked his eyebrow bone, wanting to feel his warmth.
"I suddenly remembered that I forgot something," Lu Yan watched her slender and fair fingers swaying in front of his eyes. His tone paused slightly. "It's in the cabinet in the living room. I'll go get it."
Lu Yan slowly let go of her, got up straight away, and walked towards the living room.
Seeing this, Ning Anmiao looked extremely puzzled. She sat up on the bed and watched as Lu Yan walked in. There was nothing conspicuous in his hands; they were empty.
His tall and straight figure stood beside the bed, looking down at Ning Anmiao.
"What did you go to get?" Her eyes widened as she stared at his hands hidden behind his back. There was suddenly a hint of anticipation in her heart.
Lu Yan raised his eyelids. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, he couldn't help but curl his lips. He walked in front of her, made fists with both hands, and placed them in front of her.
"Let me guess?" Ning Anmiao tilted her head, half - laughing and half - crying. "Lu Yan, when did you become so childish!"
Although she complained like this, the corners of Ning Anmiao's lips never dropped. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two fists and finally stopped on his right hand.
"I guess it's here." She held his hand and, like a curious child, slowly pried open his fingers one by one. But his palm was empty.
"Oops, I guessed wrong."
She looked a bit disappointed.
Lu Yan saw her expression and reached out to ruffle her hair. "You didn't guess wrong. There's a wish in this hand."
"From now on, whatever wish you want to fulfill, I'll try my best to satisfy you." He said calmly, "Anything."
Ning Anmiao's eyes lit up.
He just couldn't bear to let his little girl be disappointed.
Ning Anmiao poked the other fist that hadn't been opened yet. "What about in here? What is it?"
As soon as she touched the back of his left hand, the fist suddenly opened up in front of her as if it had triggered a mechanism.
It was a wedding ring.
She was stunned. Her whole body froze for a few seconds. Looking at the shiny wedding ring in his palm, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
So Lu Yan still remembered.
At their last wedding, she didn't even have a wedding ring. During the ring - exchange ceremony, they had used fake rings instead, and they were returned to the emcee after the ceremony.
But this time, he had taken everything into consideration.
"When did you prepare this?" Ning Anmiao's voice was a bit hoarse, and her syllables became raspy. "Aren't you afraid that I won't like this style?"
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and also glanced at the wedding ring in his palm.
"I don't know if you'll like it, but I designed this wedding ring."
He took a deep breath and said gently, "If you think it's ugly, we can go and order a new one."
He designed it?
Ning Anmiao couldn't believe it. She silently reached out to touch the wedding ring. As if sensing her intention, the man held her right hand and solemnly put the ring on her ring finger.
At that moment, her fair and slender ring finger sparkled.
"Before, when I went to visit Irene, I talked to her about my ideas. It took some time to modify and customize it. It was just delivered the day before yesterday."
Ning Anmiao remembered. It was during the trip abroad before.
So a long time ago, Lu Yan had already been planning to get back together with her, and he had even designed a wedding ring.
At that time, she hadn't even agreed to reconcile with him.
Everything was uncertain, but he still did it.
She felt that she was about to lose control. Her nose was so sore that even her words were muffled and unclear. "How could you be so confident? What if I didn't agree?"
"I'm not confident, Miaomiao," Lu Yan held her right hand with the wedding ring on it and gently massaged her palm. His voice was deep. "I've never been sure when it comes to you."
"I just did all this, hoping that you would come back."
When he said this, he let out a relieved sigh. There was a smile in his eyes. "Thankfully, you're back."
Ning Anmiao's breathing suddenly became disordered, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
She wiped her tears messily, opened her arms, and threw herself into his arms. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, closed her eyes, with tears on her face, but the corners of her lips were still rising.
She was so happy.
How lucky and blessed she was.
Lu Yan looked at the person in his arms. A warm feeling welled up in his chest. He gently patted her back and said teasingly, "Are you already touched?"
Ning Anmiao knew that he was teasing her and simply didn't answer.
Lu Yan smiled helplessly and stroked her back one by one. Then he brought up another thing. "I answered a phone call for you just now."