Fang Ping'er and Chun Yu looked at each other and smiled without exposing her.
The three of them talked for a while in the wedding room, and after Shen Qingqing finished eating the noodles, they went out with the empty bowls.
The room was empty again.
Shen Qingqing had nothing to do, so she picked up the small medicine bottle sent by Zhang Xuan, opened one at random, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. It smelled of herbs and was quite fragrant.
The door opened with a "squeak" sound, and Meng Yuan suddenly appeared at the door of the new house, staring at her with burning eyes and a silly smile on his lips.
Shen Qingqing seemed to be burned by his gaze. She quickly closed the cork with a flick of her arm, pushed the things at hand to the bedside, looked at him with a smile and said, "Why are you back now? Have you finished eating?"
"No, but I want to come back." Meng Yuan walked in and closed the door.
Looking at the slender figure getting closer and closer, Shen Qingqing's palms began to sweat, and she licked her lower lip nervously and said: "The group of people outside know that you are coming, so don't they make a fuss?"
As soon as it became dark in front of her, Meng Yuan had already sat down beside her and answered in an unhurried manner: "We can't make trouble, my godfather is here."
The man suddenly held her hand, his dark eyes as gloomy as the night, looking straight at hers, "Do you still want to kiss me?"
"Huh?" Shen Qingqing didn't react for a moment, and before she had time to think about it, the man kissed her.
At this time, Shen Qingqing finally understood that the man was drinking heavily, and her worries this night were in vain.
In the narrow and hot space, I don't know who pushed the other, or who pulled the other, the two of them fell together on the soft couch.
The phoenix crown on Shen Qingqing's head had not yet been taken off. When she fell down, the hairpin hook caught the gauze curtain, and with a "crash", the gauze, carrying the moonlight, fell down and covered the two of them.
Shen Qingqing pushed aside the cool gauze on her forehead and gently pushed the man, "My hair is still on, and my clothes... I haven't taken off either."
The man's eyes were dark and filled with lust, like a huge wave that was about to sweep Shen Qingqing away silently.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Finally, the man took a step back and sat up on the bed, "Take it off."
As he spoke, he took off his belt.
Shen Qingqing didn't know how she got up or how she took off her bun. Anyway, she had just taken off her earrings and before she even took off her clothes, there was someone behind her.
The man's wedding clothes have faded, his hair is loose, and he is wearing the undershirt she bought.
Shen Qingqing's hands shook when she saw how he was dressed, and she turned around and asked him pretending to be nonchalant: "Did you see those clothes?"
"Yeah." Meng Yuan stepped forward and held her shoulders, his voice filled with a smile, "It fits very well."
"By the way, I have another gift here that I carry with me all the time. I forgot to give it to you in advance."
Shen Qingqing lowered her head to reach for something from her sleeves. Her side suddenly felt warm, and the man leaned over and bit her earlobe.
A slight pain came from her earlobe, and her arm stiffened, like a crab with its cover turned over. She moved her fingers feebly, and for a long time, nothing came out.
"Isn't there a gift?" The man seemed to be satisfied with her reaction. He stopped and asked her for a gift with a low smile.
Shen Qingqing was annoyed, turned around and punched him, "There is no gift, the gift was eaten by the dog."
"Then, let's get down to business?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced in the direction of the wedding bed.
"What's the rush? I haven't taken off my clothes yet."
Shen Qingqing made up her mind to tease him, and deliberately slowed down every movement many times. She untied her belt, took off her robe, and straightened her clothes. Unfortunately, the whole process only reached the beginning when she was hugged again by someone who was impatient.
Returned to the wedding bed.
The kiss fell again, like ocean waves or strong wind, its momentum was fierce and unstoppable.
In the scalding heat, the man's slender white fingers hooked up the red tie around her waist, and his voice was as rough as sandpaper: "Qingqing, do you like it? Clothes."
Shen Qingqing thought he was asking about the wedding dress, so she nodded vaguely, "I like it. Did you draw the pattern on it?"
The man pulled open the fragile red lace, held her slender waist with his broad, hot hands, and said in a more serious tone: "I'm talking about the clothes underneath."
Shen Qingqing's brain went blank for a moment, and then started to work slowly. She laughed out loud when she thought of the clumsy look of a man who was used to wielding swords and guns, holding an embroidery needle and scratching his head and ears under the lamp.
"Did you embroider that? No wonder..."
"What's the wonder?"
"No wonder it's so ugly."
Her earlobe hurt again. The man was like a big dog with long arms and legs, leaning on her body and wagging his tail. His eyes were as bright as black gems. "Daughter-in-law, tell the truth, do you like it?"
Shen Qingqing had no choice but to follow his wishes and reply: "I like it, I really like it."
As soon as the words fell, the last barrier between the two was gone.
A man's voice sounded in the room and he was so happy that he couldn't contain himself: "Qingqing, I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time."
The night breeze slipped into the room through the window, and the brightly lit dragon and phoenix candle beside the bed swayed gently like a shy beauty, causing the light gauze curtain to sway as well.
Both of them had become watermen who had just been fished out of the water. Their hair on their temples was wet with sweat, soaking into the sheets underneath them and blooming into dark flowers.
In a trance, Shen Qingqing transformed into a sailing boat. The sea surface was turbulent. She was overturned by the last huge wave and sank to the bottom of the sea dripping with sweat.
And the instigator of the wave was lying beside her and murmuring: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..."
One after another, the voice was soft and long, as if it could never be called enough.
Shen Qingqing was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes, so she kicked him lazily and said, "Boil some water, I want to take a bath."
But the man grumbled and came over again, "I won't wash it now. Can we wash it together later?"
"What are you waiting for..." Shen Qingqing's voice paused. She noticed something and punched him angrily, "Aren't you tired?"
The man pursed his lips and said nothing. He held the bed board with one hand and placed his other hand in her hair. His fingertips were slightly hooked and curled up in a strand of hair. He looked at her intently, his eyes thickening with lust.
The face washed away by sweat is particularly handsome, with dark eyes, snow-white skin, and bright red lips, as beautiful as an ink painting.
Shen Qingqing touched him again, "Let's boil some water."
The man lowered his head and rubbed her neck, and asked dully: "Daughter-in-law, don't you like it?"
Shen Qingqing blushed fiercely, moved her lips, and was speechless for a long time.
You like it, you probably do.
But how could she have the nerve to answer such a thing?
Unable to wait for an answer, he said to himself: "I like it very much, so let's do it again."
Shen Qingqing couldn't stand his pitiful eyes and put her arms around his neck again, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The gauze tent swayed again.
The dragon and phoenix candle couldn't withstand the invasion of the night wind. It shook violently, fell into the hot tears of the candle, and was extinguished.