Shen Nanqing was stunned when she heard this. Her body was faster than her brain. She could feel the vigorous vitality there and asked in confusion: "Isn't this okay?"

Not only is it possible, but it also has a lot of capital.

The self-control that Song Huaiwen was proud of instantly vanished at the moment of the soft touch. His body trembled unconsciously, and his muscles tensed. All his attention was focused on one thing, and his breathing became rapid.

The temperature of Shen Nanqing's palm was getting higher and higher. Not only did she not give up halfway, she also rubbed it gently.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice onto the overlapping figures. An ambiguous atmosphere surges in the darkness, and even the air becomes hot and humid.

Song Huaiwen's Adam's apple rolled, he gasped, gritted his teeth and said, "You'll know whether it works or not later."

At this moment, Song Huaiwen seemed to have taken off his disguise. He became stronger, leaned over and covered his red lips, and began to attack the city. The two of them were like fish trapped in a shallow shoal, greedily craving each other's breath.

Ana Shen’s body was limp, his mind was blank, and he had long lost the momentum he had at the beginning.

The figure under the moon was shaking violently, and a creaking sound suddenly rang out, breaking the beauty in the room.

The low, hoarse murmur that escaped from Song Huaiwen's throat came to an abrupt halt, his eyelashes trembled violently, the heat still lingered in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, as if he was a trapped beast whose breath was suddenly strangled.

Shen Nanqing was not feeling any better either. She bit her lips subconsciously, and her hot cheeks almost burned. At this moment, she understood what Song Huaiwen meant by "no".

It turned out that the bed was not working.

"How about... next time." Shen Nanqing stammered, preparing to take back the body around his neck.

Suddenly, she was picked up in mid-air. Shen Nanqing screamed in fear, and her legs and feet unconsciously circled the other person, seeking a sense of security.

On the dressing table, Shen Nanqing's bottles and jars were swept aside by Song Huaiwen's big hand, and the cold touch made Shen Nanqing shudder.

Before Shen Nanqing could even touch her skin care products, her face soon flushed and she was immersed in the beauty, and her brain crashed.

Song Huaiwen seemed to be very keen on treasure hunting. He went deep into the secret realm and his afterimage was visible so fast.

I don't know how long it took before the room returned to silence.

The morning light shines through the half-drawn floral curtains onto the wedding bed decorated with auspicious patterns of dragon and phoenix. The red sheets still bear traces of last night's tossing and turning.

In fact, Song Huaiwen woke up very early, but for the first time he did not get up. He was half leaning on the head of the bed, with the collar of his army green shirt casually open. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the person sleeping beside him with a smile. He could never get tired of looking at him.

Shen Nanqing curled up in the faded wedding quilt, his snow-white shoulders and neck formed a sharp contrast with the strong red beneath his body, and the scarlet mark on his neck attracted everyone's attention.

Song Huaiwen stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering just above the red mark on her clavicle, but in the end he just gently stroked the air. He had undoubtedly lost control last night, and in the end he ignored her crying requests and insisted on doing what he wanted.

When Shen Nanqing woke up slowly, his whole body was sore and weak. He turned over with difficulty, and then he realized belatedly that there was another person beside him.

Her memory came back to her, and she subconsciously pulled the quilt to look inside. Fortunately, her clothes were still on. They should have been put on by Song Huaiwen. She remembered that she was carried back and forth in the room by Song Huaiwen last night, and there were traces of the two of them everywhere on her body.

Shen Nanqing's earlobes instantly burned red, she buried her hot face deep into the quilt, and muttered in a muffled voice: "It's so embarrassing, Song Huaiwen is so strong that it's scary."

Song Huaiwen didn't hear what she said clearly. He lowered his eyes and looked at the exposed part of her white neck. He smiled dotingly. Afraid that she would feel bored, he lifted the quilt little by little and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? Mom made you some red date porridge. I'll go downstairs and bring it to you."

Shen Nanqing raised his eyes to look at Song Huaiwen, and saw him leaning against the head of the bed, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy and gentle, and he didn't look like the out-of-control wolf last night at all.

She pouted, poked his firm chest with her hand, and said lazily, "I don't want to eat. What time is it now?"

Song Huaiwen picked up the bedside clock and looked at it. "Ten twenty."

"Ten o'clock!" Shen Nanqing sat up straight like a cat with its fur exploded, exclaiming in a surprised tone.

This was her first day at the house, and she wanted to leave a good impression on her elders, but she didn't expect to sleep like this now.

"Why didn't you wake me up!" Shen Nanqing complained, and then he threw off the quilt and got out of bed. When he was about to open the closet to get clothes, his eyes swept across the dressing table.

The dressing table had obviously been cleaned up, the bottles and jars had been returned to their original places, and the remaining water stains on the surface had been wiped clean. I wonder if there would be any smell left.

Shen Nanqing thought about this and quickly shook his head, trying to get this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

She felt that she could no longer look directly at the dressing table. She pinched her clothes tightly and glared at the culprit before going out to the bathroom.

Song Huaiwen: "..."

Newly married couples are so sweet and loving that they naturally want to stick together all the time.

Shen Nanqing looked at Song Huaiwen who followed her step by step and was a little speechless. What would it be like to be seen by others? She signaled with her eyes that it was enough, but the observant Song Huaiwen seemed to be blind and turned a blind eye.

The room was very quiet, and Shen Nanqing's embarrassment of getting up late was alleviated. She thought it would be better if no one was at home, so that no one would know what time she got up.

When she came downstairs, I was completely stunned.

There were not only people on the first floor, but also a lot of people.

Song Yuanzhou and Song Huaixi were playing chess, while Yu Hongfang was standing by and watching.

Cao Peiyu and her two daughters-in-law sat on small stools, picking vegetables and talking in low voices.

Cao Peiyu faced the stairs. She first looked at Shen Nanqing and quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Wake up! There's still porridge in the pot. You must be starving. I'll bring it to you."

When she spoke, everyone in the room looked towards the stairs.

Shen Nanqing just stood there in a daze, feeling embarrassed and wanting to find a piece of tofu to hit himself to death and put an end to it all.

She was neither here nor there, and under everyone's heated gaze, she pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Mom, no need, I'm not hungry."

Gan Nianwei seemed to see Shen Nanqing's embarrassment. She smiled and said jokingly, "Marriage is like this. Happiness is also tiring. I remember that on the day of my wedding, I was woken up by my mother before dawn. After a day of tossing and turning, I was tired and sleepy."

Then, she turned to Cao Peiyu and said, "Luckily, I met a good mother-in-law like my mother. She is considerate and caring. She told Huaixi not to wake me up and let me sleep more. This is how I made up for the sleep I lost the day before."

Fan Lengyu also chimed in, "Who says it's not true? Getting married is more tiring than going to class."

No one doesn't like to hear good words, and Cao Peiyu is no exception.

At this time, he was coaxed by his two daughters-in-law and pointed to the eight-immortal table. "You worked hard yesterday. You have to eat. The table is a little wet. You can pad it first. There are many of us, and we can eat lunch soon."

After these words, it was like the warm spring sun melting the stiffness in the room. Shen Nanqing's tense back finally relaxed, and he looked at his sisters-in-law with gratitude.

At this time, Song Jing, who was wearing pigtails, looked up with her round almond-shaped eyes and asked: "Grandma, is my aunt working so hard because she is going to give birth to a baby? Dad said that my uncle is strong and healthy, and he will definitely give birth to a baby better than others..."