Chapter 941: Being a Bride is Lucky for Three Lives
Chapter 941 It’s a blessing to be a bride for three lifetimes
Zhihao smiled, didn't say much, and went straight to the bathroom to change his clothes. He already had ready-made clean pajamas ready. Zhihao put them on, washed his face and mouth, and came out. He saw Xueting pouring two glasses of wine on the coffee table.
The warm light makes it look even more crystal clear like amber.
Xueting pointed to the sofa, and Zhihao gently sat down next to Xueting. Suddenly, a light fragrance filled the air, and Zhihao was startled. This was the unique fragrance of Xueting, not strong, and different from Yuting's.
The smells seem to be somewhat similar, but not exactly the same.
The atmosphere in the living room was quite warm, but the faces of the two people in the warm environment did not show a trace of warmth and romance, and looked a little stiff. Xueting picked up a wine glass, and naturally, Zhihao also picked up the wine glass.
Touching each other gently, they seem to be in harmony.
Xueting looked at Zhihao with a hint of warmth, mixed with Zhihao's sensitivity and a bit of resentment that was not easy to detect.
"Tonight is a big day for you and me. I should be happy, but I can't be happy no matter what." Xueting smiled, her smile was jerky, as if she was pretending, "It's my fault that I am so worthless. Since then,
After seeing you, I can no longer hold any man in my heart. I know that the one you really love in your heart is Sister Ting. Yu'er and I are the same. There is more or less a brother-sister relationship here, not a pure relationship between a man and a woman.
.”
Zhihao was silent. This was an indisputable fact. There was no need for any excuse. There was no need to talk about form or content. Xueting raised her wine glass and continued, "I have tried hard. I want to forget you, but I can't forget you no matter what."
The harder I work, the more pain I leave for myself, and I don’t know what to do. Now that Sister Ting has left us, I can be with you openly, although I feel sorry for Sister Ting.
One thing, I believe that Yu'er and I are the same. People are always selfish. Yu'er comes before me. I admire Yu'er for having such a big heart."
When Xueting said this, her tone was natural and smooth, with a gentle atmosphere. Zhihao felt that there was a vague shadow of Yuting in Xueting, but it was far away. There was a little irreplaceable difference, maybe forever
It can't all be the same.
Zhihao nodded after listening to Xueting's words, approving of Rouyu's praise for her broad-mindedness.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Your care for your sisters is obvious to all." Xueting touched the wine glass lightly with Zhihao, raised it to her red lips and took a sip. Zhihao was busy.
After drinking it, the sour and astringent aroma left an endless aftertaste.
"What we need now is that you transcend the relationship between brother and sister. There is no need to act like a saint." Xueting smiled slightly, and her laughter revealed warmth. "This is the consensus between Yu'er and I. We both agree. You
Don’t think too much, we need the care of our brothers and the care of men, you know that.”
When Xueting said this, the red clouds disappeared from her face, adding three points of charm, and a hint of shyness quietly came to her eyebrows. Zhihao's heart suddenly moved when he saw Xueting. Xueting continued to say, "You are not good to Yu'er. I
I know that you and Yu'er have become a man and a woman, but now you can't accompany Yu'er normally every day, which is unfair to Yu'er. You don't need to say anything else, I know you are taking my feelings into consideration, starting from tonight
, you don’t need to take care of me, and you don’t need to take care of Yu’er either. Do you understand?”
Zhihao nodded numbly. Xueting's words were not a difficult problem for Zhihao to wander between the two sisters. Now it seems that there is the best way to solve it, but Zhihao can't feel relieved from time to time, and he can't even feel free and easy.
None of them showed it. Zhihao looked at Xueting with a bit of solemnity, and he had mixed feelings for a moment. The scenes of the past suddenly appeared in his mind like a picture, especially the devastated moment of falling into the water. As if in front of his eyes, Xueting
Zhihao doesn't understand his own heart. Zhihao couldn't help but blush, "I understand, I understand your...and Yu'er's heart."
Xueting's wine glass touched Zhihao's again, and she slowly put the wine glass to her lips, and tasted it slowly. When the wine glass was empty, Xueting smiled in front of Zhihao's eyes, and Zhihao also drank the wine.
"Well, you and I don't need to talk to each other all night long." Xueting whispered, "My groom, won't you carry your bride into the bridal chamber?"
Zhihao nodded, without showing the ecstasy of the wedding night, mature and indifferent, he gently picked up Xueting, as light as nothing, soft and warm, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and he gently placed Xueting beside the bed.
Then he lay down and looked at Zhihao calmly.
The soft wall lamp at the bedside was warm and cozy, hazy and intoxicating. Zhihao looked at the beauty in front of him. It was not a legend, but a reality, and it was actually right in front of his eyes.
"You should also lie down, you have been tired all day." Xueting moved her body inward, and Zhihao lay down next to Xueting, looking at the ceiling. The two of them had the same expressions and movements, without any intimacy, as if
They were all resting their minds, but they didn't close their eyes.
After a long while, Xueting chuckled softly, "I never thought that I could really be with you in this life. I don't know whether I am happy or sad. I don't want to think about this anymore. Can't you hug me?"
Xueting said, with a shy face, she turned over and looked at Zhihao, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to her, and her tenderness was like water. Zhihao gently took Xueting into his arms. What made Zhihao himself strange was that kind of feeling that kept coming from the bottom of his heart.
The restlessness that was surging was quiet tonight, without any overflow.
Zhihao clearly knew that the one he was carrying in his arms was still his younger sister subconsciously. No matter how he felt in his imagination, now he was actually his younger sister. Even the slightest impulse of having a beautiful woman in his arms could not be stirred up. It was very
pure.
The two of them were silent for a long time.
Xueting kept shrinking in Zhihao's arms, feeling the warmth without a trace of romance. Zhihao felt the same way. Xueting slowly raised her head and looked at Zhihao, "What? I don't have the charm to be your bride."
?"
One sentence made Zhihao couldn't help but blush. He smiled and said, "What are you talking about? I don't know how lucky I was to be able to be with you."
"Really?" Xueting looked at Zhihao and smiled again.
"Three lifetimes of luck." Zhihao nodded, with appreciation and commitment from the bottom of his heart.
"Then why are you still standing there? Haven't you heard? A moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Although Xueting's words were somewhat ridiculing, there was no rashness in her smile. Zhihao even looked like he was incompatible with this moment.
Solemnly. When he heard Xueting say this, a few words flashed through Zhihao's mind, but now he drove them out of his mind without hesitation.
"I used to be your sister." Xueting smiled faintly, and her words were understated with a solemn decision. "Now, I want to be your woman, and I am ready."
Zhihao hugged Xueting tightly, cherishing him very much. His eyes were full of care and love. When he heard Xueting's low and almost inaudible voice, it was like the sound of nature lingering in his ears, and the faint fragrance wafted from his mouth.
"Please undress me, do you want me to do it myself..."
