Weaver Ying blinked, and a bit of broken light flowed from the depths of his eyelashes: "Are these what you spent all night preparing last night?"

"Do you like it?"

Little Jinwu sat down next to her, picked up a longan, and put it in her hand, looking quite proud of it.

"I like it." Zhi Ying pinched the longan and replied cheerfully.

As usual, Weaver Ying would have to linger with him for a while before he was willing to tell the answer. Today is their wedding, so let him be proud of it.

Seeing that she was so talkative at the moment, a proud man began to climb up the pole: "Madam, it's late, let's have a rest." His hand slowly reached to her waist and hooked the belt.

Zhiying didn't realize it at all, she just thought he wanted to hug her, so she snuggled into his arms softly. She even glanced outside the window and saw the clear light, so she said in a sincere tone: "It's quite early."

According to the formal procedure, the groom should entertain the guests outside at this time, and after toasting a round of wine, he can go back to the new house to meet the bride.

However, everything in their wedding was simple, and there were no guests to entertain outside, so... ahem, stop it, it's not dark yet.

Little Golden Crow seemed to know what she was thinking, and said very sincerely: "It's late, look, it's already dark."

Then with his five fingers together, all the essence of the sun converged, and the room was suddenly as dark as night. Only the pair of red candles on the desk were shining brightly, quietly swaying with bright and warm light.

Weaver Shadow: "..."

Is it really okay to deceive yourself like this?

But soon, she no longer had time to think about this profound question.

Suddenly a chill spread across his skin. Zhiying lowered his head and saw that the belts that had been tightly tied were all loosened at some point. Before he could react, his body was turned upside down, with Little Golden Crow covering him, and then...

…

The crackling sounds sounded one after another.

Little Jinwu turned around to look, and said with a hint of annoyance: "What is it?"

Zhi Ying couldn't help but chuckle and gloat: "It's you who planned to have a son early!"

"...So it's such a hindrance."

After saying this helplessly, Little Golden Crow was about to wave his arms to brush the pile off the bed, but Zhiying quickly stopped him: "Don't throw it away!"

In the candlelight, Xiao Jinwu looked at her with a pair of bright golden eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed on his handsome face.

Zhi Ying's heart was pounding, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face. For the first time, his two lips, which were smeared with bright rouge, pursed and closed, and what he said was still the same foodie style that he had for hundreds of years: "I can keep it for tomorrow morning.

Cook red dates and longan porridge to eat."

It's great, it's still his little shadow.

Xiao Jinwu's laughter was low and hoarse, and his breath was like fire: "Okay, just do as Madam said." But his eyes just wandered over her face, as if staring at a piece of fragrant meat, wondering which part is better to eat.

Weaver Ying panicked for a moment: "You haven't—well!"

The next words were blocked by hot lips, and the fiery breath surrounded her, rolling between her teeth and cheeks with ease. For a long time, Xiao Jinwu reluctantly pressed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, and breathed softly against the tip of her nose.

Zhiying held his face and stepped away slightly. He wanted to finish what he had just said, but he opened his mouth and forgot what he wanted to say. He stared at him blankly with his brain that had been crumpled into a ball.

Try to remember.

The golden hook was removed and the gauze curtain was drooped.

Xiao Jinwu took off her hand and intertwined it with his fingers, his lingering gaze twisted into her moist and blurred eyes, his eyes were deep, and his voice was low and confused: "Madam, it's time to rest. If you have anything to do, think about it tomorrow."

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of what I wanted to say. Zhiying followed suit and said "hmm", and the lingering and passionate kiss fell...

The courtyard is deep, the gentle breeze blows far away, and the purple and red shadows slowly fall all over the ground.

When Zhiying dimly opened his eyes, there was still warmth under the quilt beside him, but he didn't know where he had gone. This guy...

He stood up and put on his coat, Weaving Shadow stretched out his hand to open the gauze curtain. The room was still dark, and he didn't know that it was already night, and the essence of the sun that had been collected by the Little Golden Crow had not been released. Only the desk was still bright and gilded.

The candlestick was covered with candle tears, like ruby ​​jade, and clustered with two orange fireworks as big as longan eyes, which seemed to be inexhaustible.

She stared intently at the two warm lights, gradually becoming trance-like.

A shadow was cast, and a hand touched her hair: "What are you looking at?"

Zhiying raised her face, and her field of vision was filled with mottled shadows reflected by candlelight. She couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she knew he was smiling, and she had a magical sense of confidence. She was sure where the corners of his mouth were raised.

.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, with a lazy and charming look in her eyes: "The red candle is burning forever, which is a good sign."

The room was quiet for a moment, and Xiao Jinwu covered her eyes with his palms and said softly: "Well, that's a good sign."

The palms were slowly removed, and the mottled vision disappeared. The room was already bright, and Little Golden Crow sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl in his hand, and a faint sweet fragrance filled the air.

It turned out that he was making food.

Staring at the thick red dates and longan porridge, Zhiying finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Xiao Jinwu scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it to her lips, saying calmly: "It's a good thing I collected that pile last night, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat this this morning."

"Ahem!"

Zhiying choked on the porridge in his mouth and coughed until his cheeks turned red.

Xiao Jinwu put down the spoon, patted her back considerately, and said warmly: "Don't worry, there's still more in the pot."

"Cough cough cough..."

Weaver Ying coughed harder and patted his back more gently.

After regaining her composure, she glared at Little Golden Crow with reproach. Her little face was as pink as jade, and her lips stained with juice were full and red, like delicate peach blossoms in the morning mist.

Xiao Jinwu's eyes darkened slightly, he leaned forward to get close to her, pressed the back of Xue Nui's neck before she could dodge, and kissed her on the lips. He hadn't done anything in a hundred years, and his cooking skills had not retreated but improved. He licked the last bit of it carefully.

A hint of sweetness touched her forehead, but she still didn't finish it: "It smells very good."

Zhiying pushed away this cunning and cunning disciple who took advantage of others' danger, grabbed the porridge bowl, and gave him a sidelong look: "I won't give it to you!"

Although she didn’t know that she was defined as a “disciple” by the newlywed lady in her heart, Xiao Jinwu helped her pull up the coat that had slid down her shoulders, pushed her long silky hair to one side, and smiled brightly: “This porridge is what it is.

I endured it for my wife, but my husband will not rob it from you."

He said "Madam" one mouth at a time, "Husband" at the other, and the words were so smooth that Zhiying felt a little numb and a little sweet, just like the taste of the red date and longan porridge, and he started to get used to it.

Seeing that she had a great appetite and finished two bowls of porridge in a row, Xiao Jinwu used a handkerchief to wipe the juice from the corner of her mouth: "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhiying nodded: "Yeah."

"Put on your shoes, my husband will take you to a place."

Xiao Jinwu put the bowl on the bedside table, stood up and put the other half of the gauze tent into the golden hook, picked up the scattered shoes and put them back on the footrest.

Zhi Ying hugged the quilt without moving, her head drooped, her eyelids began to fight again, her voice was soft: "Where are we going? I want to... sleep for a while."

"Then so be it."

Little Jinwu leaned down, picked him up with both hands, and picked him up with the quilt. He didn't suffer any struggle, not even a low cry.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the person who had called him sleepy a moment ago was almost asleep now. Half of his face was sunk in the dark red coat, his mouth was half open, and he was mumbling something in a daze, as if to say, "

Whatever, I’m going to sleep."

Little Golden Crow couldn't help but laugh, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Chapter completed!