Chapter 31 The Wedding Night

Chapter Thirty-One: The Wedding Night

Li Yue sat on Ling Jianwei's lap, nestled in his arms.

Noticing that he didn't seem to be planning anything intimate, she looked up at him.

Ling Jianwei looked back and smiled gently: "Sleepy?"

"It's not that I'm sleepy, I just had two drinks and I feel a little dizzy."

"Let me rub it for you."

He massaged her temples: "Does that feel good?"

"Hmm, much better."

He stopped rubbing her head and instead used his chin to rub her head, his movements very gentle and slow, making it seem as if he were rubbing against a baby.

Li Yue was reassured by this comforting gesture, and the fresh scent of soap on him after his shower was calming. Seeing that his hair was still dripping wet, she reached out and touched it: "Would you like to dry your hair again?"

“It’ll be done in a bit.” He smiled, looking at her with bright eyes. “You’re quite calm.”

"What?" Li Yue didn't understand.

"Does it mean I have no feelings for him? Or that I have no expectations?"

Is this a question? Li Yue said dejectedly, "Didn't you say we were just chatting under the covers?"

"What if you stop thinking about it while you're chatting?" The man raised an eyebrow.

Li Yue hesitated, unable to answer.

He sighed softly, "But I'm not in such a hurry yet."

“?” Li Yue looked up at him.

Ling Jianwei's lips seemed to be tinged with stubbornness: "I'm greedy. I want to save the best things for the most suitable time. We haven't seriously dated yet. There's plenty of time. After we go to the army, we'll take it slow."

In matters of the heart, he possesses both male pride and self-esteem, and even surpasses that of ordinary men.

He was especially intense in his desire to win her heart.

As he spoke, Li Yue leaned against his chest, tilting her head back to look at his eyes, which were as bright as autumn stars, and his lips, which appeared firm when pursed.

Li Yue suddenly realized that she really didn't know him well enough.

However, staring at his thin lips for too long, my mind was filled with the unfinished kiss from that afternoon.

It must be the alcohol; she really wanted to kiss him.

But since he's already said it this way, I guess he doesn't have that idea anymore.

In these situations, it's better for the guy to take the initiative; she's shy.

So she closed her eyelashes, bit her lip, and stopped staring at his face.

However, this small gesture made the man's heart itch. Holding her, he noticed her pleasant and comforting fragrance, which made him utter rational words while his heart was already in a frenzy of passion.

As she turned her head to look elsewhere, the man felt a pang of guilt and, unable to restrain himself, grabbed her chin and turned her around.

His gaze was fixed intently on her small, full lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he asked in a low, husky voice, "Kissing?" His eyes were as deep as the sea. "It was interrupted this afternoon."

Li Yue paused for a moment, then nodded.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "This time, why don't you take the initiative?"

The man in front of her was like Piccolo, the evil sorcerer in a fairy tale, with the ability to manipulate people. Li Yue was as if she were under the spell of his magic flute music. Without thinking much, she hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him.

The man's eyelids closed, and the moment Li Yue touched his lips, she clearly felt his lips purse, as if he had been preparing for this for a long time.

Li Yue squinted her eyes, wanting to kiss him again and again, like a chick pecking at rice. However, after only one separation, when they touched again, he held her tightly, not letting her go.

The man kissed her lips, his soft tongue easily parting them.

The discomfort made Li Yue stammer, wanting to back out and leave, but he wouldn't allow it. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and placed the fingers of his other hand on her head, holding her still.

Nestled in his arms, Li Yue could only passively allow him to invade her space.

He held her tongue in his mouth, then continued to suck and kiss it, sweeping through every inch of her mouth like a sweeping attack.

Li Yue felt short of breath, as if she was lacking oxygen, which made her face turn red quickly.

The man's tongue finally withdrew, but lingered on her lips instead, gently rubbing and savoring them, like a child licking candy, never getting enough.

After a short while, he finally left. Li Yue took a breather, only to hear him say, "Good girl, stick your little tongue out."

Li Yue didn't understand what he meant, and mumbled a confused "uh-huh".

The next second, she understood what it meant.

He sealed her lips again, parting her teeth, but instead of invading her, he let her use her tongue to tease him.

But Li Yue felt as if her tongue was made of steel. He led her there, but she couldn't move at all; it wasn't soft or flexible at all.

The man chuckled softly, said nothing, and could only continue to lick her with his tongue.

A sweet taste, and a milky ice cream-like aroma wafted into my nostrils—it was her unique scent.

It was that sweet fragrance he smelled when he carried her into the car to save her.

He noticed it from the very beginning.

In retrospect, he was lucky; he didn't have to wait too long.

Li Yue didn't smell the milk ice cream flavor; she only smelled the cool mint scent, wondering if it was from the toothpaste he used when brushing his teeth.

The two sat on the bed, and the blanket covering her body slipped down without her noticing.

Gradually, she felt that her tongue was not so stiff anymore. When she kissed him on the lips, she tried to probe with her tongue and tease the tip of his tongue. The man's heart sank immediately, and his breathing became heavier.

He had been gently leading her just moments before, but now that she had only taken a slight initiative, his gentleness vanished. The kisses deepened and intensified, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace, until her tongue went numb from his sucking.

Finally, she let out an uncomfortable squeak.

Did I bite you?

"no."

"Then what?"

"It hurts a little."

Where does it hurt?

"The tip of the tongue".

He smiled, his fingers brushing against her lips to wipe away the moisture: "Let me see?"

Li Yue obediently spat out a small piece.

The tip of her tongue was sucked until it was red and shiny, making one's heart itch unbearably. So the man shamelessly said, "It won't hurt if you keep it in your mouth."

So he leaned in and kissed her again.

Li Yue: "Hmm..."

The lights downstairs were off, and all was quiet except for the sounds of their kissing in the room.

Perhaps knowing that nothing would happen between them tonight, their kisses were more focused and pure, rather than for any kind of "foreplay." Her seating position was also relatively safe, not too close, so Li Yue wasn't sure what his reaction was.

The two inexperienced young people then focused intently on kissing, and it's unclear how long they kissed, but it was probably about an hour.

Li Yue didn't understand either. She realized that she was like a child whose lip desire had not been satisfied. It turned out that his teasing about her "unsatisfied desire" that afternoon was quite accurate.

But if it were another man, she might even find it disgusting to touch him.

Let alone kissing.

But with him, it felt like there wasn't enough kissing.

Thinking this, Li Yue couldn't help but exert more force. As soon as she took the initiative to exert force, Ling Jianwei was about to suffer. She bit his lip, and a salty taste of blood came over her.

"I bit you." Li Yue looked at him apologetically.

He bit into the inner skin, touched it with his tongue, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

"How about you drink some water?"

"Alright."

As he spoke, he lifted the covers and carried her out of bed.

He can carry it with one hand, and it looks effortless.

Li Yue's hands were still wrapped around his neck, nestled in front of him, as he led her to the table, poured her some warm water, and fed her first.

His throat was dry from kissing. Li Yue drank half a glass of water, and he poured another half glass and drank it all himself.

Li Yue glanced out the window. In the winter night in the courtyard, the biting wind blew through the treetops, making a howling sound.

He casually pulled the curtains shut, then carried her back to bed.

Li Yue asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

He replied with a smile, "If I don't want to sleep, I can keep fighting."

Li Yue frowned: "But I bit your skin."

"Then fight even if you're wounded. You didn't say anything, and it'll heal by now."

Li Yue was speechless, but she had kissed for so long, that was enough. She had to take the train back to camp tomorrow, so she crawled into bed.

Only after lying down did she realize something was wrong, so she sat up again.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to go to the toilet."

"Put on some clothes."

Li Yue dashed to the bathroom and, under the light, looked at the wet stains on her white underwear, her brow furrowing involuntarily.

Self-comfort is a normal phenomenon and does not indicate that she is a sexually frustrated girl.

After drying herself off, she dashed back to her room.

He was already covered with a blanket and leaning against the bed, sitting on the inside. Looking at her hunched figure, he reached out his large hand and said, "Come here, the bed is warm."

Li Yue was surprised; this man was quite thoughtful. So she ran to bed and snuggled into his warm blankets.

He shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm as cold as a kitten."

After all that fuss, the lights went out. Li Yue lay flat on her back, and the man beside her propped his head up and looked at her: "Want me to hold you while you sleep?"

Li Yue: "Okay."

So the man, whose body was burning hot, turned halfway to the side and pulled her into his arms.

The room remained quiet, with only the sound of their breathing. Li Yue felt a calmness she had never experienced before. Her heart, which had been in turmoil for the past six months since she transmigrated, had finally found peace.

This man's body temperature was really high, much higher than hers. After a while, Li Yue couldn't help but put her feet on his feet to warm them up. Ling Jianwei couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are your feet so cold?"

Li Yue chuckled, "That's normal, feet take a long time to warm up."

He held her feet in his hands: "They're like ice cubes, so cold every day?"

"Pretty much, but it will warm up as you fall asleep."

"Poor blood circulation and lack of exercise."

Li Yue remained silent.

He massaged her feet for a long time, almost putting them in his arms to warm them, and asked her, "Are you warmer now?"

The only response he received was even breathing.

Li Yue fell asleep.

He looked at her, her face half-covered by the blanket. Even in the dim light, he could feel the whiteness and radiance of her skin. When he held her, she felt as light as a child.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her hair.

Happy wedding night.

I slept without any dreams.

When he woke up, Li Yue was facing away from him, and he was still holding her on his side.

However, Li Yue felt a discomfort in his tailbone area. Because he was sleeping, his pajamas had slipped off, leaving this exposed skin pressed directly against a certain part of his body.

It's not only uncomfortable, but also very hot.

That's terrifying.

Li Yue's eyes widened; she didn't think she had touched that area last night.

She moved like a worm and then left.

The moment she left, the man behind her put his hand on her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Stick it on again accurately and firmly.

The man chuckled softly in her ear, "Actually, it's been like this all night, didn't you notice?"

Li Yue: "!"