After this, the hungry Ting Qingyu was full. Although she had been unable to eat before, she was really lucky to be able to make up for it now.
At Haishi (i.e. 9-11 o'clock in the evening), I could only hear the fireworks outside. Ting Qingyu peered out of the window through the thin veil, and saw the gorgeous fireworks appearing in the air for an instant, and then again for an instant.
Disappearing is like a person's most beautiful years blooming to the person she loves most.
Soon, Cheyue came back.
He called softly, "Yu'er..."
Ting Qingyu sat on the edge of the bed, her heart beating fast, this moment has finally arrived.[
Che Yue carefully lifted the veil, and saw that under the dazzling phoenix crown, that heart-stirring face had a faint blush. Seeing Che Yue staring at her steadily, Ting Qingyu's face became even more intense.
It's like flying into the red clouds.
Cheyue smiled, gently took off the phoenix crown, and held Ting Qingyu's hands tightly, "Yu'er, I have finally waited for this day! From now on, you are my wife, Cheyue, and I am
Your husband..."
Ting Qingyu nodded heavily, her eyes filled with shyness.
"Here, let's have a drink." Cheyue said softly, helped Ting Qingyu, who was at a loss, and walked to the table.
Ting Qingyu had seen this ancient wedding on TV before, but when it was her turn, she turned silly.
The two of them were dressed in wedding clothes, with happy mandarin ducks playing in the water. The silk was smooth and glowed softly under the bright candlelight. The agarwood curled up and the candlelight swayed, making their affection vivid.
Ting Qingyu drank a glass of hot Jiaobei wine and felt her throat burning and her face even hotter.
Che Yue chuckled softly, put down the wine glass, bent down to pick her up and moved her to the bed with soft brocade quilts. She undressed and took off her belt. After a while, the two met frankly. Under the bright candlelight, her skin was as bright as water.
With a flash of light, Cheyue turned off the lamp, and the bright moonlight came in, illuminating the bed in front of the bed in a hazy light.
Ting Qingyu's heart was pounding like thunder, and she clutched the sheets tightly. She felt Che Yue's kisses falling thinly and densely, and her body was suddenly on fire.
The agarwood is faint and the moonlight is melting.
The daughter's fragrance spread faintly on the tip of his nose, and Cheyue was a little clumsy. Although there had been skin-to-skin contact before, after all, it was once or twice, and now it was still the first time for Yu'er's body, so how could he not be nervous?