After Feng Ling took off Mu Yao's wedding dress, he took off his wedding dress as quickly as possible.

The two sat face to face on the bed, with only close underwear and underwear left.

Feng Ling looked at Mu Yao who was close to her, raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin on Mu Yao's head. Her long black hair instantly scattered and spread behind her.

Feng Ling reached out and stroked Mu Yao's ears, picked up a bunch of black hair behind Mu Yao, took it in front of her, and then her fingers vented its magic power, and a strand of black hair was cut off.

Mu Yao was stunned, looked up at Feng Ling opposite him, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Feng Ling put Mu Yao's black hair on the bed first, reached out and picked up a strand of black hair from behind him and cut it off.

Then we wrap two strands of black hair together, "This is a saying I heard in the mortal world, saying that we tie the black hair of two people together, which means knotting hair."

"If you are married, you will be in love with each other."

Feng Ling put away the two strands of black hair tied together, looked up at Mu Yao in front of him, and the tender ink pupils contained a hot secret desire.

"A Yao, it's time for us to have a bridal chamber."

The moment he finished speaking, Feng Ling leaned over and held Mu Yao's red lips, and his big hands with clear joints pressed against Mu Yao's slender back.

Feng Ling held Mu Yao and slowly fell on the bed. He supported him with one hand and tightly clasped him on Mu Yao's slender waist with the other hand. The hot temperature of the palm of his hand ironed against Mu Yao's skin through the thin underwear. The temperature seemed to burn people.

Feng Ling restrained his own desire and gently kissed Mu Yao on the side of her face, and then lingered along her face to her ears and neck.

Mu Yao's slender figure was completely enveloped by Feng Ling. Their black hair was tangled together, spreading on the red brocade quilt, indescribable lingering.

"A Yao..." Feng Ling's low and sexy voice sounded in Mu Yao's ears, and the hot and scorching breath lingering in his ears caused waves of trembling.

Mu Yao felt a numbness spread throughout her limbs and bones. She softened her voice and responded softly, "Yes."

After Mu Yao responded, Feng Ling became even more excited and shouted "A Yao" in Mu Yao's ear over and over again.

When everything was over, Mu Yao was so tired that she was about to fall asleep.

She half-closed her eyes and leaned against Feng Ling's arms.

Feng Ling pinched a trick and used cleaning techniques to clean the two of them, and his body became much more refreshed in an instant.

Feng Ling hugged Mu Yao from behind, pillowed with one hand under Mu Yao's neck, held Mu Yao's hand with the other big hand, and locked Mu Yao's whole body in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed Mu Yao's slightly swollen red lips, "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Mu Yao responded weakly, closed her tired eyes and fell asleep.

Unlike Mu Yao's fatigue, Feng Ling is not sleepy at all now.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Yao's little face in his arms, feeling indescribable satisfaction and peace.

"A Yao, we will definitely grow old until we grow old." Feng Ling said softly, his tone was extremely firm.

Feng Ling hugged Mu Yao's arms tightened a little more. He hugged Mu Yao tightly and hugged each other.

*

The next day.

It was already afternoon when I woke up.

Mu Yao had sleepy eyes, her forearm as slender as white jade stretched out from the quilt, raised it over her head, and stretched.

After stretching, Mu Yao turned over and faced Feng Ling.

Looking at Feng Ling's quiet and picturesque sleeping face, Mu Yao's lips unconsciously raised.

She looked at Feng Ling's black hair scattered in front of her, and what Feng Ling said yesterday echoed in her mind.

She picked up a strand of Feng Ling's hair and tied it together with her own hair, and whispered: "If you are married, you will be in love."

When I was reading the last, another voice sounded and Mu Yao said in unison: "...unswer"

Mu Yao subconsciously looked up, and before she could see clearly, Feng Ling hugged her arms and kissed her lips.

After the kiss ended, Feng Ling lingered and gentle kissed Mu Yao on the side face for a long time before stopping.

He supported his arms on the bed, and he was afraid that he would crush Mu Yao.

He raised his other hand and brushed the broken hair in front of Mu Yao's forehead behind him, then held Mu Yao's hand, clasped his fingers together, and held it tightly.

"Life and death are bound to be broad, and we will talk to you, hold your hand and grow old with you."

"I just want to hold your hand and stay with you until old age."

Listening to Feng Ling's love words and looking at the sincere love in his eyes, Mu Yao's heart trembled, and an indescribable emotion hit her heart.

Mu Yaoli's tender and sweet black eyes were tightly clung to Feng Ling, expressing her love, "I wish to be a person who is devoted to her, and never leave each other forever."

The deep affection in each other's eyes seemed to be overflowing, and countless love threads were entangled together, tying the two of them together.

The two of them slowly leaned against each other, their skins pressed against each other, and they were lingering and sad.

*

In the days after the two got married, Mu Yao never left the cave. Sometimes she didn't know what time it was. She could only judge it as dark or dawn based on the sun outside.

Mu Yao finally knew what it means to eat meat wolves.

An old man who has lived for more than a thousand years before falling in love is really extraordinary.

That day, after resting for a whole day, Mu Yao recovered.

Feng Ling sat beside the bed, looked at Mu Yao who was huddled on the bed, leaned over and leaned closer, and shouted in a gentle voice: "A Yao, get up, I'll take you out for a walk."

"Hmph, now I know you've taken me out?" Mu Yao pretended to be angry and said with a bit of coquettishness.

Listening to Mu Yao say this, a faint embarrassment flashed across Feng Ling's face, but his face was calm and he couldn't tell anything.

He reached out and held Mu Yao's hand and pulled Mu Yao up, "Let's go, I'll take you to the mortal world for a walk. I heard that today is the Qiqiao Festival, and there are beautiful lanterns and fireworks at night, as well as some food."

Mu Yao leaned against Feng Ling lazily, "I'm tired, please dress me up."

"Okay." Feng Ling responded, using his magic power to take the clothes hanging on the shelf next to him into his hand, and then gently put on Mu Yao's clothes.

After tidying up her clothes, he led her to the dressing mirror, and took out a white jade hairpin with a phoenix-style hairpin.

He tied Mu Yao's hair up, tied a simple bun, and slowly inserted the hairpin into his hair to fix it.

Mu Yao raised her hand and stroked the bun on her head, looked at herself in the mirror, turned to look at Feng Ling behind her, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to tie your hair even by Master?"

“When did you learn it?”

Feng Ling looked gentle, "I learned the hair bun with the wife of Yun Zhan Xianzun. I practiced it when you were asleep. Do you like it?"

"I like it." Mu Yao stood up from the stool, reached out to wrap her arms around Feng Ling's neck, and smiled sweetly, "I like it all the master is holding."
Chapter completed!