YM778.TV Chapter 844 844: Does It Count?
Only then did she realize that although they were tied into marriage, it gave the law responsibility, and under the guarantee and authority of the law, it naturally gave men and women a unique sense of attachment and sense of security. Since then, she and Joseph had been the two closest people in the world.
Closeness was not just physical.
A pair of man and woman, a pair of married man and woman, are absolutely different in the sense of security and affinity. The former is only physically attached, and the latter is attached to each other physically, psychologically, and about responsibilities and obligations.
Thinking about it, she felt amazed. Joseph told her that things would not move until he returned to pack.
Irish was moved, gently making the "um" sound.
Hanging up the phone, Irish looked at the clock on the wall, thinking that only time could be faster.
Time passed.
In sleep, she only felt a little itchy on her chest.
It was as if a big hand was gently stroking her body. It felt as if it was true or not.
As a result, Irish had such a dream. The dream was about Joseph. He took her to a place full of flowers, like a sea of flowers, which covered the end.
Her clothes were also white and transparent, and it was stunning, like beautiful petals.
Joseph took off her skirt and caressed her.
They both fell into the sea of flowers, he was gentle, and he was obsessed with her body.
Beside her ear was his gasping breath, falling up and down, getting hotter.
His strength was like fire, and his tall figure almost swallowed her up.
The discomfort in Irish\'s body suddenly made her suddenly agitated, and the large area of flowers in the dream flew away quickly and disappeared without a trace. She opened her eyes, but soon she was attracted to the hot temperature of her man.
She thought it was just a dream. He told her physically that he had the most enthusiastic possession.
"Joseph. "Irish could not help but whisper his name.
In the dim light, the man\'s eyes are hot like a fire, and his wide shoulders and thick chest almost burn her.
He was infatuated with her body, stretched over his lips, and kissed her.
However, he was like a leopard in the dark, saving too much enthusiasm and strength with hegemonic and strong possession.
For a long time, Irish did not notice the time.
All she knew was that when Joseph roared in her ears, the wildness of that moment made her deeply attached to him, and she felt that she had never been so complete.
All she had left was the strength of her mouth to gasp, the whole man nestling in his sweaty arms. Her forehead and hair were wet, sweat on the pillow and on the sheet.
It was a long time before Irish raised her hands feebly, and her fingers poked at his sturdy chest. "You attacked me."
"Does it count?" Joseph took her hand, sent it to his lips, and smiled. "It\'s good to hold you like this."
Yes. That was also what she thought.
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Before marriage, there was always a mess. Although all the big things have fallen on Joseph\'s shoulders, some things had to be done by Irish in person, such as what kind of clothes needed to be changed on the wedding day, what jewelry to wear, what kind of skin to wear before marriage, and so on. Irish had only two clients on this day and planned to go to Fredrick\'s studio in the afternoon.
When she went to Professor Tim\'s office, she met Cheska, and she looked at Irish strangely and said, "Well, you finally would be married."
Irish smiled at her and said, "Yes, welcome to the show."
Cheska raised her eyebrows and said, "Your big wedding will also have requirements for what I wear, will it?"
Irish responded, "You just said it\'s a big wedding, of course, you have to wear a glamorous dress in coordination, right? This is not for me, but for saving your face. You know, a single successful man will be there on such an occasion, so I am not sure you can get a golden bachelor if you aren\'t presentable enough."
Cheska had always been proud, humming lightly, "I do not have the habit of lowering place before a man." At the end of her speech, stepping on her high heels away.
Irish was speechless.
Her conversation with Fredrick was not so smooth either.
Of course, the so-called non-smoothness was actually Irish\'s feeling. Fredrick was still very enthusiastic about her arrival. But Irish always felt that they couldn\'t go back to the past, as if there was a thin layer of invisible transparent film in the middle, each of which was visible to the other, and the sound was not so thorough.
"Cassie has been married to Roy, I hope you can put it down completely." It was the most important purpose as to why Irish went to Fredrick. If Fredrick wouldn\'t attend their wedding, it showed that there was still a knot in his heart, not to mention some grand excuses, because she and Fredrick were both psychoanalysts, and they couldn\'t hide thoughts they conceived before each other.
"I thought you didn\'t want to invite me to your wedding." Fredrick tried to avoid the heaviness of the conversation and said it lightly.
"You\'re my mentor, and I want your attendance at my wedding."
"Just a mentor?" Fredrick suddenly asked.
This stunned Irish slightly, and she said, "What do you mean?"
Fredrick looked at her quietly, with strange eyes. Irish only felt that his eyes were strange, as if there was something, thinking of asking questions, but suddenly she remembered something in the next second, and his face froze. Fredrick was also clever, knowing what she had thought of, and said, "I know you had a crush on me."
It was like a bomb exploding in her head, and Irish\'s heart shook, but soon she returned to calm and said, "Yes, I did have a crush on you, but I know exactly how I feel about you, more worship, and now I can tell what love is and what worship is."
Fredrick\'s fundus light dimmed a lot, gently nodded, a long time later said, "But do you know how I feel about you?"
When Irish heard it, her breath stopped. He looked at her and said word by word. "Irish, I love you. When I realized that I loved you, my love for you never stopped."