"Mingyu..." He called her name for the first time in such intimacy, his voice broken yet deep, carrying an almost worshipful devotion. His burning kisses landed on her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, her lips, and traveled downwards, imprinting his memories. Each touch brought her waves of pleasure.

Xiao Mingyu gasped, tears welling up instantly. Shen Wensong immediately stopped, suppressing the urge to explode, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat dripping onto her neck.

He held her tightly, kissing away her tears, his voice filled with suppressed pain and extreme tenderness: "Don't be afraid... Mingyu, don't be afraid... it's me... I'm here..." He patiently comforted her, each light kiss and soft coaxing carrying a soothing power, and the pain was gradually replaced.

Shen Wensong only began to make progress after sensing her relaxation; otherwise, he would have been in a bad mood as well. Looking at her misty, tearful eyes and flushed cheeks, listening to her soft, low breaths, he felt that all his endurance, all his pain, and all his anxieties had found their ultimate expression of love and fulfillment in this moment.

The red candles had burned halfway, and the spring atmosphere inside the tent was in full swing.

Shen Wensong repeatedly declared through his actions that she was his, and expressed the love that was hidden deep in his heart but could not be spoken aloud.

Xiao Mingyu looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, her eyes glazed over. All her reserve and pride crumbled under his forceful and affectionate advances, and she called out "husband" intermittently.

The two embraced tightly, their hearts pounding, as if their souls had become one.

Shen Wensong held the limp and dazed Xiao Mingyu tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, feeling her warm breath on his chest. He lowered his head and placed a tender, affectionate kiss on her sweaty forehead.

“Xiao Mingyu,” his voice was deep and satisfied, with a languid aftertaste and an undeniable firmness, “in this life, in the next life, and for all eternity, you will never fall in love with anyone else. In your eyes and in your heart, there can only be me, Shen Wensong.” He paused, then added, “That ‘blockhead’ will haunt you forever, until the end of time.”

Exhausted, Xiao Mingyu snuggled against him, a sweet and mischievous smile curving her lips as she murmured in an almost inaudible voice, "...I know...my...wooden general..." Before she could finish speaking, she fell into a deep sleep.