Chapter 64 is mine

Inside the red tent, the candlelight cast a hazy, warm glow over everything.

Tang Xiaoning leaned against Li Minghua's chest and could clearly feel her strong, slightly rapid heartbeat.

She looked up at Li Minghua's eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep in the candlelight, reflecting her own image in her bright red wedding dress.

"Minghua..." Tang Xiaoning called her softly, her voice carrying an alluring huskiness that she herself was unaware of.

She reached out and gently stroked Li Minghua's well-defined jawline with her fingertips, feeling the instant tension in his body.

Li Minghua's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he let out a soft "hmm," his gaze fixed on Tang Xiaoning's lips, which were so close to his own, soft and glossy.

She followed her instincts and slowly lowered her head.

The initial contact was awkward and cautious.

But that soft touch and the increasingly clear sweet fragrance emanating from Tang Xiaoning instantly opened a strange floodgate in Li Minghua's body.

She deepened the kiss without even being taught.

What began as gentle probing gradually grew passionate and profound.

Her arms tightened unconsciously, pulling the person in her arms even deeper into her embrace; it was a longing that came from the depths of her soul.

Overwhelmed by her forceful yet clumsy enthusiasm, Tang Xiaoning felt a bit oxygen-deprived and could only nestle in her arms, responding awkwardly.

Although she had read many storybooks and had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, when it came to practice, under Li Minghua's offensive driven purely by instinct and emotion, those "theories" were long forgotten.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Li Minghua's forehead was pressed against Tang Xiaoning's, his breath hot, his eyes hazy as he looked at her glistening, even redder lips, as if he still wanted more.

“Xiaoning…” Her voice was low and husky, with a tone of confusion and fascination, “You… are so sweet.”

Tang Xiaoning's cheeks flushed, her heart pounded like a drum, and she felt both shy and excited as she listened to her straightforward, almost silly, love confession.

Looking into Li Minghua's clear eyes, which were now filled only with her own reflection, she felt an urge to become even closer to her.

She mustered her courage, took Li Minghua's hand, and guided it to touch the sash of her wedding dress, her voice barely audible, as she pleaded, "Minghua... help me..."

The sash was gently pulled open, and the elaborate wedding dress was removed layer by layer, revealing an even more exquisite red inner garment.

In the candlelight, Tang Xiaoning's skin was as white as snow, and her curves were faintly visible under the red silk.

Li Minghua's breath hitched.

.

Her movements were still somewhat clumsy and stiff.

"Don't be afraid..." Tang Xiaoning sensed her nervousness, suppressed her shyness, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around her neck, pressing herself closer to her, her breath sweet as orchids in her ear, "I...I'll teach you..."

Following the descriptions on the pages of the book from her memory, she awkwardly guided her lover, who was like a blank sheet of paper when it came to matters of the heart, with kisses and gentle caresses.

Li Minghua, a female warrior who has demonstrated remarkable learning abilities in any field, is now taking her "academic genius" qualities to the extreme.

She was as focused and serious as when she first learned swordsmanship, and she could apply what she learned to other situations.

Every subtle guidance from Tang Xiaoning, every spontaneous response, was quickly captured, understood, and transformed into a more skillful and effective "offensive."

Soon, the dominant position changed hands without anyone noticing.

Li Minghua seemed to have unlocked his full potential, transforming from passively accepting guidance to actively exploring and acquiring new knowledge.

Her palms, burning hot, roamed over his smooth, delicate skin.

Tang Xiaoning felt like a small boat, completely overwhelmed by the surging yet tender tide of emotions, and could only helplessly cling to Li Minghua's shoulders.

All those erotic novels I'd read have now become a blurred background.

“…Slow down…” she pleaded unconsciously, her voice broken and fragmented.

The candlelight flickered.

Tang Xiaoning curled up in Li Minghua's sweaty arms, her whole body feeling weak.

Li Minghua held her tightly and gently kissed the top of her head and her forehead.

The two embraced quietly, feeling their heartbeats gradually calming down, and the intimacy and peace of mind brought by their skin touching.

"Xiaoning," Li Minghua suddenly called her in a low voice.

"Um?"

"Mine," she said abruptly, but her tone carried a childlike possessiveness and utmost solemnity.

Tang Xiaoning was taken aback at first, then understood, and felt as sweet as if a firework had exploded in her heart.

She looked up, found her lips in the dim light, gently kissed them, and smiled in response:

"Yes, yours."

“You’re mine too,” she added, with a hint of coquettishness.

A gentle smile spread across Li Minghua's eyes as she nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Suddenly, their roles were reversed. Tang Xiaoning took a deep breath, rolled over, blinked, and said to Li Minghua, "Then it's my turn."

The red candles burned out, and the first rays of dawn appeared.