In a place where no one was there, Irish just said, "Joseph, why didn't you tell me that we will get married this morning?"
Joseph sighed, "You are wrong, it is just a registration process."
"Yes, it is our marriage registration, but I was the last to know."
She shouldn't be blamed for reacting oddly because she didn't expect Joseph to really take her certificate. What was more, although she knew they needed to register their marriage, she didn't expect it to be so soon. They just got back from Suzhou yesterday, and a lot of things haven't been discussed yet.
"Alright." Joseph compromised, "So can we go in now?"
"That's too fast." Irish pursed her lips lightly.
Joseph couldn't help saying with a smile. "Dr. Irish, We have a deal. We're going to register and get married."
"I know, I'm not taking back my words."
"That's it, that's it." Joseph's smile was at the bottom of his eyes, gentle. "We have to register before the wedding, don't we?"
"I know. But I used to think it was a day or two before the wedding." She was embarrassed.
When Joseph saw her lowering her face, his love was getting intense inside his heart, and he took her hand and gently clasped her fingers. "Is it not good to be my wife today?"
Irish's heart beat so fast that it seemed to pop out of her throat.
She looked up at him but was scorched by the temperature at the bottom of his eyes.
She bowed her head, and her cheeks turned red, only to hear her eardrum thumping with her heartbeat.
"Don't look at me like that."
Joseph deliberately approached her. "Why?"
"Don't stare at me like that, or I will agree to register our marriage." She thought his eyes were so hot and scary, and she put her hand over her eyes, and the rosy clouds spread from her cheek down to her neck.
"Well, I didn't look at you right now." He was also in a good mood.
Irish pulled him, "You almost hit the wall."
"So I've got to open my eyes." He smiled, and he just held her. He said, "Let's register first."
"Hey, you bring me down here." Many people were looking at them around, and Irish was embarrassed.
Joseph said, "You're now blushing."
"If you say such a thing again, I will really take back my words. I can raise my value in a few more days."
Irish was hugged in his arms and could only lift her hand and beat his chest.
Joseph thought, "I don't mind giving you money, so it can be seen as your price."
As soon as Irish heard it, her eyes brightened and immediately hooked upon his neck. "Really? How much more do you want to give me?"
"Details can be talked about later." Joseph held her in his arms.
"Well. Double it."
"Okay. You're the boss."
"Twice as much."
"Sure." Joseph's voice was indulging.
"No, three times."
"Got it."
When the two sat back at the registration gate, the little girl smiled at them and took out the material. "Do you both have decided right now?"
"Yes." Joseph did not wait for Irish to answer and said directly on her behalf.
Irish looked at him and tried to laugh, but she had to bear it.
The little girl smiled and sighed that a good man was taken up.
"Are you voluntarily getting married?" Due to the procedure, the little girl symbolically asked. But in her mind, she thought that he looked so handsome, whose woman in the right state of mind was not willing to be his wife?
He nodded, and Irish's palm was a little sweat, which was held by him.
She nodded gently, too.
Irish felt a buzz in her brain.
On that day, Irish officially married Joseph.
****
The night in Europe.
In the hotel's specially arranged honeymoon suite where the large bed was placed, the man and woman entangled their naked bodies.
The night wind was also charming. The floor-to-ceiling window of the ring-shaped visual radian was above the cloud, and the moon and the stars were bright.
There was an unstoppable groaning voice of a woman.
It was unbearable but also intoxicating.
For a long time, there was a low roar from a man and a woman's name on his breath. "Cassie, I love you."
Everything calmed down after a long time.
The bed was quiet for a while.
Later, there was movement.
Cassie lay there tiredly, and her hair was soaked with sweat.
Roy got up, gently caressing her with his big hand, and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead. He bowed his head contentedly and kissed her face.
"Stop it. I'm going to take a shower." Cassie was blushing; until now, she was afraid to face his body.
Roy held her, giggling, "What's the hurry? Let me hold you for a while."
"I'm covered with sweat." She gently pushed him away, thinking about it, and her legs were soft.
Roy smiled triumphantly.
He smiled so much that Cassie blushed and turned her back on him.
Roy also tried to tease her when his cell phone rang.
At this time, Cassie quickly left his arms, pulled over the sleeping robe scattered on the carpet, and took a bath.
In the shower room.
The heat came up.
Cassie reached out and mopped away the fog on the mirror, showing a clear face.
Her face, flushed with passion, looked like a blossom at first glance.
Cassie was startled by what she looked like.
Since when had she felt that it had become a very normal thing to sleep with Roy?
Roy, with his body temperature, his breath, his taste, bit by bit, went into her heart and constantly drilled in. She began to think as if the balance in her heart began to tilt to the side of Roy.
Wasn't it true that a woman's sense of belonging?
Would she be psychologically dependent on him after she married Roy?
She did not know, and she was not clear about the psychology of people, but for this kind of thing, was it also difficult to ask Irish?
It took a while for Cassie to get out of the bathroom.
When she returned to the room, Roy smiled at her.
She looked at him and said, "Why are you laughing?"
Roy turned over and got up, and nothing was worn. Cassie took a look, and the face was red, and the eyes were set aside, which made Roy have a good laugh.
"Which do you listen to first, the good news or bad ?" Asked Roy.
Cassie kept her head down and rubbed her hair with a dry towel. "Bitter first and then sweet."
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