Final Chapter

"Hmm," Guan Zheng exclaimed softly, covering her eyes with her fingers and groping for the red ribbon wrapped around them.

"Yan Chan!" She carefully lowered her hand and reached behind her.

A gentle whisper fell into her ears, bringing peace of mind, "I'll hold you tight, but please don't let me go."

Yan Chan's hand, which was on Guan Zheng's shoulder, moved down until it held her warm and soft palm.

"I've caught you and will never let you go in this life." Guan Zheng smiled, the corners of her mouth curved up, and her other hand naturally clung to Yan Chan's arm.

......

"Slow down, lift your feet." Yan Chan reminded, holding Guan Zheng's waist with his fingers to prevent her from tripping accidentally.

Guan Zheng cautiously stretched out a foot and kicked the threshold blocking her in front, then lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and stepped in.

"Okay, turn left." Yan Chan said behind her, his arms circling her sides.

Yan Chan didn't stop until the two figures appeared in the bronze mirror.

"Are we there yet?" After saying that, Guan Zheng pretended to take off the red band covering her eyes.

"Here it is, but don't pick it yet." Yan Chan held down her raised hand.

Guan Zheng did not refuse, but just felt the warmth of Yan Chan's hand covering her fingers.

She hummed lightly as a sign of agreement.

Then, she hummed again in confusion, and the sudden scent of jasmine flowers lingered around her.

Although she couldn't open her eyes to see now, her fingers still held Yan Chan's hand very accurately as he untied her belt.

"It's still early... Besides, last night I clearly..." She hesitated to speak, a blush on her face.

Guan Zheng didn't dare to think about it too much. Both of them were too reckless last night.

"Not now." Yan Chan explained as she continued to untie her belt.

Yan Chan didn't stop until she took off the last piece of underwear, then turned around and took out the wedding dress she had prepared earlier.

The fingers holding the wedding dress were still trembling with nervousness. Yan Chan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. They had clearly kissed once, hadn't they?

Guan Zheng didn't understand what was going on, she just felt like countless clothes were being put on her.

"It's a bit heavy." She tried to raise her arm, her fingertips lightly resting on the embroidered pattern.

A faint fragrance wafted out from the dress. Guan Zheng took a few breaths and her brows relaxed, like peach blossoms.

"Do you smell as good as me?" Yan Chan leaned over, their lips only two inches apart, their eyes naturally fixed on that place.

"No...hmm." Her denial was blocked in her mouth, her tongue was entangled, and the wet heat was transferred between the two.

Guan Zheng raised her head and leaned back until she bumped into the table where the bronze mirror was placed.

With a "clang", the bronze mirror fell down on the table. Guan Zheng suddenly flew into the air and then fell down again, with her toes dangling in the air.

He reached back randomly, trying to grab something to steady himself, but accidentally touched the bronze mirror that was already falling.

"You can take it off now." Yan Chan took a break to gasp, and then blocked her slightly open lips.

He flexibly clasped his fingers behind Guan Zheng's head, and with a gentle pull, the knot came undone.

Guan Zheng was still clinging to Yan Chan's neck. Her closed eyes trembled twice, and the red ribbon fell down, but was caught by the two people's overlapping faces.

As if feeling that it was a nuisance, Yan Chan stopped and kissed her twice more.

The shadow that originally covered Guan Zheng gradually moved away, giving her back light.

Guan Zheng's eyes, stained with lust, gradually regained their composure as she looked around the interior of the house. Red silk was floating everywhere she looked.

Even the table was covered with red cloth embroidered with patterns. Guan Zheng gently wiped the red cloth with her fingertips and continued to look inside.

She completely neglected the wedding dress she was wearing.

It was only when Yan Chan pulled her hand that Guan Zheng realized what the somewhat heavy dress she was wearing looked like.

"This one is far inferior to the one from the Marquis' Mansion. I'm sorry for putting you in such a pity." Yan Chan whispered.

Hearing this, Guan Zheng raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and she choked back, "I'm not wronged, I'm just so happy."

"Don't cry." Yan Chan gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "You will cry again later."

"...!" Guan Zheng stopped suddenly, blinking her slightly red eyes again and again, as if she was hallucinating.

"Yan Chan!! Put me down!"

"Let's go." Yan Chan picked her up and said with a smile.

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