Upon hearing this, Tang Lingling first wiped her hands with a handkerchief before opening the paper bag.
Inside was a large red cloth piece that revealed nothing.
She reached out and took it out, unfolding it…
When she saw what it was, her pupils contracted sharply, and her face instantly turned bright red.
The paper bag felt strangely hot to the touch. She hurriedly stuffed the clothes inside and shoved the bag into Wen Qinghe's arms.
He started to stutter when he spoke:
"Qinghe, what...what is all this?!"
Wen Qinghe smiled and placed the things on her bed.
"Lingbao~ This is a wedding gift I carefully selected for you~"
Best friends, we must share happiness and joy.
Without waiting for her reply, he quickly opened the door and left.
Even though it wasn't February yet, Tang Lingling felt the air around her was getting hot.
The visual impact of the moment the fabric was unfurled was immense.
She never expected that Wen Qinghe, who looked like a delicate and sweet little girl, would actually buy such a daring thing.
Even the spot where the paper bag was placed felt hot to the touch.
However, she couldn't help but look away.
One glance, two glances…
There was no one in the room.
Let's take another look.
It's okay, right...?
When she took out the small piece of cloth again, the heat that had just subsided on her face surged up again.
Until she saw a book down there.
Only then did I calm myself down.
I took it out and flipped through a few pages.
"Smack!"
…
As the banquet ended and I walked further and further home, the lively atmosphere faded into the distance.
There was still unmelted snow on both sides of the road.
Yan Xiao held the little girl's hand, watching her occasionally break into a smile, and he also smiled slightly.
"So happy?"
"Yeah, of course I'm happy! Good sisters should share happiness, hehe..."
She has so many "good" things in her space, she can't bear this blessing all by herself.
(Tang Lingling: Listen to me, thank you...)
Yan Xiao assumed she was happy for Tang Lingling's wedding.
--
Feng Tiezhu finally waited until the banquet ended.
Thinking of his wife in their new home, he refrained from drinking too much.
But there were so many people today. Everyone offered him a toast, and even if he only took a sip, quite a lot of it ended up in his mouth.
The only reason he could still keep the door open was because of his intense, itchy lust.
…
Despite her embarrassment, Tang Lingling changed into the lace fabric that Wen Qinghe had brought.
Her mother said that during the first few days of marriage, when everything is going so well, she must keep her husband's heart.
Although she didn't believe that a man's heart could remain unchanged forever, the two of them were, after all, mutually in love.
She also wanted to give them a different kind of night.
For the first time in my life, I mustered up the courage to set aside my shame, hold those two little pieces of cloth, and put the little clothes inside.
It's so awkward, it feels like I'm not wearing anything at all.
Fortunately, she put on warm thermal underwear on top before she felt comfortable.
Thinking of the vivid color pages in that book, the heroine's brows were furrowed and her eyes were filled with tears, as if she was enduring some great pain.
She hesitated for a moment.
Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Just as she was trying to mentally prepare herself, Feng Tiezhu, drunk, pushed open the door and staggered in.
She wanted to get out of bed to help him, but when she saw him come in and remember to close the door behind him, she assumed he was still conscious and didn't bother with him anymore.
It was freezing cold, and the temperature was dropping lower and lower. Once she got into bed, she didn't want to get up.
Fortunately, the man was decent enough that he took off all his clothes and pants by himself without her having to serve him.
Little did she know that what truly troubled her was yet to come…
"Wife~"
"Wife~"
"Finally, I can sleep with you, my wife~"
Tang Lingling, smelling the strong stench of alcohol filling the room, asked with disgust, "How much have you drunk?"
Feng Tiezhu's face was flushed, and his eyes were glazed. "Hehe, I'm not...drunk...wife~ I haven't...consummated our marriage yet...hehe."
Then Tang Lingling watched helplessly as her newlywed husband, with his feet barely touching the ground, rushed towards her...
He closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to kick the person out.
"Honey, you smell so good!"
"Wife~ You're so soft~"
"Hehe, wife~ wife..."
In fact, Tang Lingling was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Looking at Feng Tiezhu, he saw a pillow on the bed embroidered with large red mandarin ducks.
They hugged, kissed, and rubbed against me.
The noise stopped in less than two minutes.
Tang Lingling: ...
So, she was just being anxious for no reason?
Is everything happening this fast?
If that's the case, then she can endure these few minutes.
Little did she know, she hadn't grasped the main point of that book at all.
I saw that Feng Tiezhu had taken off his coat and pants.
Reeking of alcohol from the man, she resignedly got out of bed.
I poured boiling water into the thermos, then wet my new towel and wiped his hands and face before turning him over to lie down.
However, when she was taking off his shoes, the overwhelming, intoxicating scent made her pause as she was about to wipe his feet.
She pinched her nose and couldn't help but glare at the man on the bed, suppressing the fleeting thought of returning him.
Looking around the room, I found a faded, tattered towel among Feng Tiezhu's clothes.
I wet it again, held my breath, and endured the disgust as I wiped his feet.
While wiping, she kept telling herself: "He's my man, I chose him... He's my man, I chose him..."
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