"Okay." Feng Xingyao took the booklet and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Chen Yan's voice was heard.

"You've been having strong desires lately. Is it because you're getting married soon?"

Feng Xingyao was caught off guard by such a question, his cheeks felt a little hot, and he remembered every detail of last night.

He lowered his expression and asked seriously, "Ayan, do you mind?"

"Not really." Chen Yan's voice hesitated slightly, as if he was weighing every word, "I just feel..."

"Um?"

"It's been a while." Her hands were sore from the friction.

The silver-haired man lowered his eyes, but in fact he was already very restrained.

Seeing his expression, Chen Yan's heart couldn't help but move. She wanted to say something, but she saw him raise his eyes that were as bright as stars and said softly: "I will restrain myself in the future."

Chen Yan: “…Okay.”

…

Chen Yan and his group stayed in the dark world for more than half a month. During this period, Feng Xingyao and his Shura friends went out from time to time.

They are all busy with the wedding.

Chen Yan, on the other hand, was enjoying a leisurely time.

Three days before the wedding, Feng Xingyao returned to Chen Yan.

Feng Xingyao was dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, with a red jade hairpin tucked into his silver hair, which only accentuated his stunning appearance. However, he looked a little tired, as if the busy schedule had overwhelmed him.

Feng Xingyao walked quickly to Chen Yan, leaned over and gently kissed her cheek, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked softly: "Do you want to try on the wedding dress?"

"Wedding dress?" Chen Yan raised her eyes and stared at Feng Xingyao, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "Is it ready?"

"Yes, it's done." Feng Xingyao replied with a smile.

After saying that, he took Chen Yan's hand with a smile on his face and went back to the room together.

Then, he took out the bright red wedding dress from the storage space. When the wedding dress was hung up, one could see that it was embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread. The phoenix and peony were lifelike, as if they were about to fly out of the dress. The gold thread sparkled with a charming luster under the light, like a flowing galaxy, which was amazing.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Feng Xingyao looked closely at Shen Yan's face.

Chen Yan met his gaze and said, "I like it."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"Okay." Chen Yan nodded, and then said to him, "Go stay behind the screen."

Feng Xingyao's eyes were burning, and his throat slid open, "Okay."

Chen Yan took off her clothes one by one.

Feng Xingyao, who was behind the screen, heard the subtle movement and the faint fragrance, which made his mind full of imagination. He lowered his eyes, walked quickly forward, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Reduce heat.

One cup is not enough, have two.

If two cups are not enough, then three cups.

"Yao." Suddenly, a call came from the other side of the screen.

Feng Xingyao's heart trembled, and his voice deepened a bit: "What's wrong?"

"Come and help me." She said simply.

"Okay." The silver-haired man who was holding the teacup had a slight blush on the tips of his ears. He put the teacup down, then turned and walked behind the screen.

The erotic scene that I had imagined did not appear.

Chen Yan had already put on her inner garment and was standing there, looking at the wedding dress in front of her with a look of distress. The design of this wedding dress was extremely complicated, with all kinds of accessories and skirts that were dazzling. It was really too troublesome to put on.

Feng Xingyao felt a slight heat in his heart.

He walked up to Chen Yan and helped her put on her clothes one by one. During this process, their bodies inevitably touched each other.

Feng Xingyao's fingers would occasionally brush against Chen Yan's skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation. Chen Yan could feel Feng Xingyao's breath, close at hand, warm and gentle.

Feng Xingyao is very tall, at 1.9 meters, and Chen Yan is 1.75 meters tall.

And when Feng Xingyao was dressing her, his tall figure almost covered her entire body, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms.

When only the last outer robe was left, Feng Xingyao suddenly raised his hand to pinch her chin, and with his other hand pulled her towards him, holding her in his arms, leaned over and kissed her, madly invading her breath.

He pried her lips open, claiming every spot.

Chen Yan was forced to endure his deep kiss. His kissing skills became more and more sophisticated, able to evoke resonance between people's body and mind.

She reached out and hugged his strong and thin waist and abdomen, and her hands gradually climbed up his waist and back.

Chen Yan responded to him.

His breathing became rapid, and he kissed her deeply and bit her lightly, causing Chen Yan to suddenly feel numb. "Ayan...Ayan...I like you..."

A quarter of an hour later.

Chen Yan pushed Feng Xingyao away.

Their lips became red and swollen, looking extremely erotic.

Fortunately, the clothes were not messy.

Feng Xingyao licked his lips, his eyes full of spring, extremely charming. He chuckled and said, "Ayan, I actually prepared ten wedding dresses for you. Try this one first, then try the others. Wear whichever one you like."

"Ten sets?"

"Yes, ten sets."

Chen Yan frowned slightly.

This is too much.

Feng Xingyao walked closer, put the last of the outer robe on Chen Yan, then tidied her hair, and used his slender, bony fingers to wipe away the water stains from the corners of her lips bit by bit.

She was born extremely beautiful, and even without makeup, she was already breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin was extremely white, which contrasted perfectly with the bright red.

Feng Xingyao stared at Chen Yan like this, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like the bottomless lake, "Ayan, you are really beautiful."

He took her hand and walked to the bronze mirror, "Look."

Chen Yan's gaze fell on the bronze mirror, and she saw herself wearing a bright red wedding dress. The bright color was like a burning flame, warm and noble.

At this moment, Feng Xingyao was standing next to her, and their figures were reflected in the bronze mirror. It seemed that they were indeed a good match.

The two held hands.

A smile appeared on Chen Yan's lips.

The silver-haired man in the bronze mirror suddenly tilted his head and lowered his eyes, and asked softly and gently, "Do you like it?"

"I like it. Where is your wedding dress?" Chen Yan looked at the silver-haired man in the bronze mirror.

"You want to see me in my wedding dress?"

"Um."

"No, you have to wait until the wedding day before you can see me in my wedding dress." The silver-haired man's lips curled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes filled with an unstoppable smile. He even deliberately lowered his voice, as if the low voice could stir people's hearts. "On that day, not only will you be able to see me in my wedding dress, you can also untie my wedding dress with your own hands. Then I will be at your disposal."

"Ayan, I will also let you... mmm..."

Chen Yan felt her ears burning hot, as if they were being roasted by fire. She reached out to cover his mouth and scolded him, "Stop saying dirty words."

This fox is becoming more and more outrageous.

During this period, his desires became stronger and stronger.

After Shen Yan released her hand, his expression returned to seriousness, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek, "I won't say anything more."

Just do it.