Ningning and Pei Ji's wedding was scheduled for the spring of the following year.

In the spring, the flowers are red and green, and the peaches and plums compete for beauty. When the wind blows, pink and white flower rain falls. The gurgling water brings ripples, and the shadows of the mountains, forests and pavilions are reflected in the water, and the garden is full of charm.

Ningning didn't want to wear a wedding dress that was too complicated, but Senior Sister Zheng, Qu Feiqing and Lin Qian insisted again and again. As if playing a miracle with Ningning, they took her to try on jewelry for a full six hours on the day before the wedding.

"Getting married is a big deal. Ningning is so pretty, she must dress up well."

Qu Feiqing finished her eyebrow makeup and tapped the tip of the girl's nose. "If you go out beautifully, Pei Ji will be happy."

Hearing Pei Ji's name, Ningning smiled shyly.

She rarely put on makeup, and now that she was carefully taken care of, she showed a rare tenderness in her daily life. Her

black hair was tied up in a bun, towering and drooping lightly. The flower-branch emerald gold swing and the gold and jade carved flower hairpin complemented each other, like clouds and mists giving birth to pearls.

Above her almond eyes, her willow eyebrows were outlined with a cloud-like arc, her cheeks were painted with red cinnabar, and her face was lightly powdered, like peach blossoms. Her lips were a rich red, as if someone had picked a cardamom flower and gently placed it on the girl's lips.

At this moment, Ningning smiled, her thin lips curled up slightly, and her cheeks became even redder. Zheng Weiqi couldn't let go of her and wanted to hug her and knead her, but she was worried about ruining her makeup, so she could only stare at her junior sister without blinking, sighing, "Ningning is so young, how come she's already married? Pei Ji is so lucky. If I were a man, I would definitely come to grab the bride if my junior sister looked like this."

Qu Feiqing was disrespectful to the elderly and quietly said. He whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, Ningning. Even if you get married and feel bored in the future, you can come to my Neon Island. I will teach you in person and guarantee that you will be happy as bliss."

Lin Qian had already figured out the temperament of this island owner and was not surprised by his words. She immediately said, "Don't listen to them! Pei Ji is such a good kid. He lives and dies for you. You two should get married and live happily together forever!"

——When she received the wedding invitation, not only did she go crazy, but all the elders who had been in front of the Xuan Jing went crazy.

No matter what, the young Taoist couple they stood for must not be separated! Whoever wants to make trouble, Lin Qian will definitely bring all the spirit beasts to fight him first!

"It's almost time."

Qu Feiqing snorted, "Just get out."

Ning Ning nodded.

The wedding ceremony of cultivators has never been about all kinds of red tape. Worshiping heaven and earth, entertaining guests, and then sending them to the bridal chamber are all the steps of the wedding process. The

dark red wedding dress on her body was loose and heavy. Ning Ning walked slowly. As soon as she went out, she saw a slender shadow.

Pei Ji also wore red clothes and stood in front of the door waiting for her.

He was born sharp and handsome. It was the first time he wore a dark red robe. His skin was white and his lips were red, which showed a bit of gorgeousness that he would never have at ordinary times.

The moment he saw her, the boy's body froze, and his eyes were filled with surprise and tenderness that could not be concealed.

Pei Ji stretched out his hand, and Ning Ning placed his palm on the back of his hand. The dreamlike ecstasy and trance in his heart kept surging, and only at this moment did he finally have the sense of being alive.

This is not a dream.

Ning Ning really married him.

Hand in hand, they passed through the peach garden and green forest where flowers and rain fell, and came to the main hall where the banquet was held.

The two of them had traveled around in the past year and had already bought several houses, but due to the strong requests of Ying Tian's jealousy and the elders, they finally held the wedding in Xuanxu.

There were many guests attending the wedding, and all the elders of the major sects were present, and many friends of the two also showed up. Ning Ning was shy, and was coaxed by everyone, and soon her ears turned red.

The grip on her palm tightened.

Pei Ji said in a low voice, "I'm here."

It's because he's by my side...that's why I feel even more embarrassed.

Ning Ning pursed her lips and looked up at him. Sure enough, although he said it lightly, his ears were actually red.

Being embarrassed and shy by one person is tantamount to being executed in public; but if there are two people blushing, then at least she has a companion, which makes her feel a little relieved and even makes her want to laugh.

During the banquet, the glasses were clinking, and Pei Ji led her to toast one by one.

"My dear disciple Pei Jinningning, I am as happy as if it were my own wedding when you got married!"

Tianxianzi was as excited as an old father who was overjoyed. "It doesn't matter if I am a bachelor for the rest of my life! Be happy! I am a married man!"

Zhenxiao Jianzun looked at him with great horror and pushed Tianxianzi away. "Your master is too happy. He drank alone." "He drank four barrels of red wine, he should be drunk now."

He Xiaochen was giggling on the side, burping and clapping his hands. "Get married, get married."

Ji Yun opened his eyes and showed disgust, tiptoed and flicked the forehead of the famous Liuming Mountain leader. "Ning Ning Pei Ji, don't pay attention to him, this guy drank four and a half barrels."

He said and shouted again, "Heavenly envy He Xiaochen is drunk, come and seek revenge!"

"These immortal elders, why are they so unruly."

The beautiful woman came forward with a chuckle, it was Meng Tingzhou who he met in Luancheng.

Song Xianning beside her chuckled, her face looked much rosier than when she first met Ningning. "The immortal sect is so happy, much happier than the aristocratic families."

"We were originally traveling in Chushan, and when we heard about your marriage, we didn't have time to prepare expensive gifts."

Meng Tingzhou said, "I can only give you the new and unique items I collected this year, I hope you don't mind."

As they talked here, the voices of little girls talking and shouting rang not far away.

Also invited here was Lu Wanxing, whom they met in the desert. Lu Wanxing had been crawling and rolling in Tianhe since he was a child, and developed a wanton and outspoken temper. He happened to meet Qiao Yan from the spirit fox tribe here.

The two girls had similar interests and were of similar age. They hit it off right away. Within an incense stick of time, they were chatting and tasting most of the sweet cakes on the table.

"There's nothing interesting in the desert. If you want to talk about beauty, you have to go to the south—"

Lu Wanxing swallowed the mung bean cake in her mouth and poked the little fox's arm. "Qiao Yan, the tail following you hasn't gotten rid of it yet."

Qiao Yan turned her head and saw the boy hesitating behind her.

"Qiao Yan."

He was startled by the look, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and he quickly said seriously, "You eat too much sweets, you will get worms."

Qiao Yan folded her arms and glared at him. "So?"

The fox ears on the boy's head moved slightly. "A wormy tooth will hurt."

"It hurts me, it's none of your business!"

Qiao Yan was almost angry.

Yan Qing finally eliminated the evil spirit in his body and became the same as usual, but she never expected that this guy was still as stupid as before.

He cared about this and that, but never mentioned that he liked her. He was so serious and solemn. He was obviously a fool.

"Master Yan Qing doesn't like sweet cakes?"

Lu Wanxing drank a little wine and said leisurely, "What a pity, Qiao Yan left a few pieces of her favorite snacks along the way and didn't eat them, saying that she wanted to let her childhood sweetheart taste them - alas, I'm afraid she can't taste them, it's really sad." Yan

Qing's ears shook violently again.

This is a symbol of happiness, and fox ears can never hide emotions. He blushed because of this action, and whispered, "I... I like it, just give it to me."

Qiao Yan raised her chin, "Why, aren't you afraid of toothache from eating too much sweets?"

"... I'm not afraid of pain."

The fox boy who had just recovered from a serious illness spoke softly, with a hint of shyness, and told her seriously, "I just don't want to see you in pain."

Wow.

Lu Wanxing covered her mouth with a bitter face. She felt her teeth ache even though the two of them didn't have cavities yet.

May all lovers in the world finally get cavities, and may the gods bless them.

After careful cultivation, the spirit fox clan has now recovered to a large extent. Qiao Yan's mother temporarily served as the clan leader, and assisted the elders to open the secret realm and drive away the evil spirit. When the evil spirit gradually subsided, they could rebuild their family.

"Xiao Yan has told me everything that happened. Thank you both for risking your lives to help me."

The dignified and gentle woman smiled serenely, "I will never forget your life-saving grace. All the Spirit Fox tribesmen have done their best to send small gifts. We hope that you two will grow old together and live in harmony."

"We will be relieved if everyone is safe."

Ning Ning didn't know what she was thinking about. She caught a glimpse of two figures not far away and was curious, "Qiao Yan and Master Yan Qing——"

"Yan Qing is an introverted child. He wants to wait until he recovers from his illness before revealing his feelings to Xiao Yan."

Qin Niang smiled and said, "When that time comes, Miss Ning Ning will come to the Water Mirror Secret Realm again, and she will definitely see a different scene than before."

"The money has been collected, the money has been collected!"

In the other room, the elders of the immortal sect sat around a table. Lin Qian was very proud, with his neck raised high. "Those who made the wrong bet on the wedding date of Pei Ji and Ning Ning, hand over the spirit stones!"

"Damn it!"

Ji Yunkai was full of shame. His chubby hands could not hold so many spirit stones, and he trembled as he held them. "How could I lose!"

The elder of the Wanjian Sect looked at him dimly. "Master Ji, you and Island Master Qu bet on the second day after the ceremony ended. How could you not lose?"

The leeks recalled the Xuanxu brothers every month and every day. Today, they were both leeks who lost everything.

Qu Feiqing looked up at the sky, tears flashing in her eyes. "Isn't it that I can't help but feel what I want?"

"I think we can try again."

Zheng Weiqi laughed, "For example, 'What will the name of Pei Jin Ningning's child be?'"

Meng Ju drank a sip of wine leisurely, with Qiu Baishuang sitting next to him.

The eldest senior brother was taken in by the painting seller in Luancheng, and gradually became familiar with the family. Even after he regained consciousness, he often went to his grandmother's house.

This person has always been afraid of things, but this time he took the initiative to help Luancheng rebuild the slums and built a courtyard for the homeless children.

Meng Ju was the first to speak, "Pei Qian'an."

"Pei Qian'an, Pei Qian'an, when pronounced together, doesn't it mean 'losing money'?"

Su Qinghan glanced at him, "It's better to call him Pei Ben'er, it's more down-to-earth."

Xu Ye trembled when he heard this, fearing that his senior sister would name their child "Xu Xurusheng" or "Make a Wish" in the future.

"Me, me, me! I thought of it!"

He Zhizhou raised his hand excitedly, "'Pei Gen' sounds so nice!"

Thinking of the bacon pizza that everyone ate in the 21st century, He Zhizhou and the little white dragon beside him were full of yearning and said "Oh" together.

Wen Hemian took a sip of Chen Brew, but because he was a little drunk, he couldn't hear their words clearly. Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

The disciples are so harmonious, they are worthy of being the next generation, and this world of cultivation will surely flourish.

After many days of recuperation, Elder Jiangxing finally recovered his sea of ​​consciousness and regained his spiritual power. He was drunk, and after a while he got up and left the table, wanting to sober up in a quiet place. Unexpectedly, he

had not walked far, just as he reached the wall next to the peach forest, he suddenly heard a male voice on the other side of the high wall.

It was the voice of the young city lord of Jialan, which was suppressed and inexplicably aggrieved. "You keep talking to Meng Ju and ignore me."

The air stagnated for a moment.

Zheng Weiqi smiled and said teasingly, "Why, Young City Lord, are you jealous?"

"Yes, how could I be jealous!"

Young City Lord Jiang said viciously, "Woman, you angered me, I will punish you."

Wen Hemian felt that he was so fierce and scary, like a ferocious beast, but Zheng Weiqi was silent for a moment.

Zheng Weiqi "Oh."

The man sneered, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost ambiguous "You are destined... to be eaten by me."

This awkward line that made people blacken their eyes fell, and soon there was a muffled sound, and something slammed against the wall.

Immediately, the wall collapsed, and an even louder sound was heard -

ever since the storybooks became popular, too many disciples have leaned against the wall to confess or kiss, and with the condensed spiritual power, they couldn't help but fall down after being pushed by Jiang Si!

What did the wall do wrong, and what did Wen Hemian do wrong.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the young city lord still leaning against the wall, biting the white flesh on Zheng Weiqi's cheek, with disbelief, shame, anger and heartbreak on his face, and he looked into the eyes of the general star elder who appeared inexplicably on the other side of the wall.

Wen Hemian cast a spell and slipped away expressionlessly.

Zheng Weiqi...

Zheng Weiqi "Is this what you mean by 'eat me'?"

Jiang Si held her face, not daring to bite or move.

The male protagonist in the storybook loves to say this sentence, and every time he says it, the heroine will blush with shame.

He has long wanted to imitate it, but every time this line is finished, it will be followed by a transition to the next day, which makes him confused and wonder what was skipped in the middle.

Jiang Si thought about it and felt that it should be eating lips, commonly known as kissing.

But he was embarrassed in his heart, and he bit Zheng Weiqi's face in a daze, and it really felt like eating a white jade ball.

The female cultivator who was close at hand snorted and laughed.

Before he could react, Zheng Weiqi suddenly struggled away. But she did not retreat, but raised her head, grabbed his collar and pulled it down.

Her eyes were so blazing that Jiang Si was confused. He couldn't say a word of the speech he had prepared for her. He hesitated and blushed and whispered, "What are you going to do? You can get my body, but you can't get my heart - I'm a serious person!"

"Young City Lord, 'eat' is not like this."

She raised her eyebrows and hooked her lips, the corners of her mouth were as red as poisonous. "... You must learn it well, I will teach you."

When Jiang Si was forced to lower his head and lean forward, his mind went blank.

The tip of his nose and lips were full of peach and wine aromas.

After nightfall, the guests left, and Ningning returned to the room with Pei Ji.

Before, she didn't feel it when they were with others, but now that they were alone, it was inevitable to notice some ambiguous and unbearable embarrassment.

Although they were inexperienced, they were not ignorant children after all, and they knew what was going to happen next.

"You..."

"I..."

Two voices rang out at the same time in the silence, and Pei Ji's ears blushed just by looking at her. "You say."

"Our clothes--"

Ning Ning felt uneasy when such a question was asked directly, and her voice gradually became lower. "Just... take them off?"

No, no, no, what kind of idiotic question was this.

Ning Ning regretted her decision and just wanted to swallow the words back into her stomach, and then hit herself on the head.

Pei Ji was stunned when he heard the words, and his body froze.

The tension in her eyes was obvious. He knew Ning Ning was panicking and at a loss, so he replied in a deep voice, "I'll help you."

As if she had not expected this answer, the little girl's eyes widened in surprise, but she sat obediently on the edge of the bed, took off her hair ornaments, kicked off her shoes and socks, raised her eyes and met his eyes.

This is a posture of waiting.

When Pei Ji approached step by step, the sound of his footsteps seemed to hit her heart heavily.

The night was cold and the boy's slender fingers fell on the front of his dress.

The wedding dress was dark red, with auspicious clouds, and his skin was a cold white that could not be ignored. Every movement was particularly clear.

After the thought of purifying the body was completed, the scarlet and pink between his eyebrows disappeared silently.

She had washed carefully before the ceremony, and the meal was filled with the scent of flowers and wine. Now, several sweet scents were intertwined with each other, complementing the lingering fragrance in the house, making people dizzy.

Pei Ji's movements were clumsy, but fortunately he was patient enough.

When they first met, Ning Ning would never have thought that this young swordsman who had always been cold and indifferent would one day bend over and use the hand holding the sword to take off her wedding dress bit by bit.

The dark red fell layer by layer, revealing the innermost snow-white lining. Because of Pei Ji's previous actions, the front fell slightly.

One side of the slender bones was exposed in the candlelight, rising and falling quietly with her long breathing. The smooth and slender lines flowed from the neck to the shoulders, and further down, the arc under the white clothes could be seen.

His eyes seemed to have touched fire, and he lowered his head hastily.

"I--"

Pei Ji's breathing was disordered, and he suddenly retracted his hand and scrambled to pull down his clothes. "I'll go first."

Ning Ning's shyness and hesitation disappeared because of his action. She couldn't help laughing.

"Come and sit here."

She had a teasing thought, patted the bed beside her, and smiled at Pei Ji. "I'll help you."

These few simple words, like a quietly growing vine, bound him in an instant, and he willingly followed her wishes and moved forward step by step.

The person sitting on the edge of the bed changed from one to two.

Wedding dresses are complicated and cumbersome. Ning Ning didn't have a deep understanding of men's clothing to begin with, and now she was even more confused, and frowned silently.

Pei Ji looked down at her movements, raised his hand for a while, covered the back of Ning Ning's hand, and guided her to untie it step by step. "Like this."

He didn't realize that his voice was unusually hoarse until he spoke.

The clothes were taken off layer by layer, and Ning Ning's fingertips touched the thinnest inner garment.

Pei Ji lowered his long eyelashes, his face was flushed, but the blush on his ears became more and more intense, and he used force on his hands to continue to guide her downwards.

The inner garment was taken off, revealing a slender neck and broad shoulders.

It was not the first time that Ning Ning saw his upper body.

The sword cultivator's body is tall and muscular, with tight muscles on his chest, abdomen and forearms, while Pei Ji himself is thin. The contrast between the two makes his physique just between a teenager and a man, slender and handsome.

The flickering candlelight illuminates his old scars, which are deep and shallow, like ravines.

He seems to be always injured since he was a child.

Ning Ning felt sad and gently stroked the long scar on his chest with her fingertips, causing Pei Ji's breath to be disturbed, and there was a bit of sadness in his voice, "...It doesn't look good."

"Why doesn't it look good?"

The finger slid upwards, passing through the protruding Adam's apple, and hooked his chin. Pei Ji lowered his eyes as her thumb stroked his cheek, and he heard her say slowly, "If my husband is not good-looking, who else in the world can be called 'handsome'?"

The word "husband" was like a ball of fire, falling on his ear, burning hot. The warmth gathered from the earlobe and spread downward to the whole body, making him uncontrollably anxious.

And Ningning's right hand, which was gradually moving downward, was getting closer and closer to the heat wave.

Pei Ji subconsciously pressed the bed sheet tightly.

Ningning wanted to use force but didn't dare to. She didn't know where to look, so she could only stare at her wrist. "Then, then I'll continue--"

The rest of the words were choked in her throat.

The body was suddenly lifted up and placed between the big red wedding quilt. Pei Ji stepped onto the bed and leaned down.

His long hair hung down softly, covering a large area of ​​dark shadows. Ningning heard him say "I'll do it."

It's impossible to let a girl take the initiative in this kind of thing.

The swordsman's fingers have distinct joints, with thick knots and scars formed from years of sword practice. The fingertips passed through the delicate skin, and a rough and numb itchy feeling was produced.

The white shirt slid off as the fingertips rubbed.

The outer shell of a lychee was peeled off, revealing the white flesh inside. What came into view were round and white lines at first, as if coated with a pearly luster. Because of his unexpected movement, a few strands of pink appeared.

With his right hand meandering, the lost traveler came to the rolling hills. The hills had a smooth arc like a full moon. Pei Ji did not dare to use force and moved down lightly.

The moonlight was snow-white and the candlelight was orange-red. The two reflected each other, leaving no room for any secrets.

Ning Ning felt his gaze, her cheeks were hot, and she turned her head away.

Suddenly, a sword technique flashed, and the sword wind blew out the flickering candlelight. In the sudden darkness, Pei Ji leaned over to kiss her.

His fingers were hot, and his lips were also hot.

His thin lips rolled very gently, his warm tongue tip lightly touched the corners of her mouth, lips, tongue and oral cavity, leaving only wet stains in her senses.

This kiss was to distract her.

When Ning Ning came to her senses again, there was no cover between them, and looking down, she could see a huge shadow rising up.

She was startled and almost raised her hands to cover her entire hot face.

"Ning Ning."

His black eyes were deep, and he seemed a little absent-minded. Under the white moonlight, Pei Ji's face was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.

But he was still guiding her clumsily, and said to her in a hoarse voice, "It will hurt."

Ning Ning couldn't speak, so she could only nod.

Then the hot black shadow gradually sank and quietly approached the hidden corner.

Ningning felt a little hot and numb.

Pei Ji walked forward silently. The petals growing in the canyon were stacked layer by layer, soaked by the mist. The external force was extremely gentle, quietly penetrating into the flowers, causing the branches and leaves to tremble slightly.

A drop of dew fell from the pistil, and then the wind and rain came, and more fragrant raindrops flowed down.

Ningning held her breath and concentrated, not letting herself let out a low cry.

The spring tide in the canyon in the middle of the night brought rain, and the wind blew over the water. A winding path led to a secluded place, bringing a rippling boat.

The canyon was extremely deep and narrow, with cliffs on both sides stacked up and down, revealing dark and wet patterns, and a deep and dark color.

The spring water was rising, and the evening wind was strong. The boat moved slowly in the darkness, gradually going deeper and deeper.

Under the boat, the undercurrent was surging, and the sound of water was gurgling, and the place where the two people met was also gurgling.

The wind blew open the window, and the crescent moon outside the window was curved, and the girl's white toes were also curved.

Ningning didn't even have the strength to speak, and only a low breath came out between her thin lips half open.

It is this timid tone that is like scattered pollen in the quiet spring night, sweet and greasy, leisurely seeping into every limb and bones, which is the most itchy.

Pei Ji's pupils are dark, and he looks down at her quietly.

His messy black hair sticks to his thin and pale cheeks, like a water snake lurking in the dark. The pair of eyes that are close at hand show a bit of dispersion, like a swamp covered with a layer of mist, wanting to swallow her completely.

His eyes seemed to have heat, which made Ningning's heart beat like a drum, and she felt the heat surging layer by layer, not to mention that they also -

she couldn't think anymore, and was shocked and took a breath.

"... Pei Ji."

She raised her hand while taking a breath, hiding her shy expression. "Don't... look at me."

But he didn't listen to her words, still staring at her, and said in amazement, "Can you call me by my name more often, please?"

The voice was hoarse and weak, but also childish and sincere, with a yearning like a kitten begging for its owner to hug it.

How could Ning Ning refuse? Her heart softened, and she trembled and called him "Pei Ji."

Pei Ji seemed to smile and kissed her neck. "Hmm."

The neck was stained with light pink, and dark blue blood vessels were faintly visible. His lips lifted the white skin and flesh, and outlined the blue-gray veins and bones in turn.

Ning Ning's mind was blank.

The storm came fiercely, and the heavy rain almost swallowed up the boat, but the boat, which stood upright like a sword, was unstoppable and moved forward slowly against the wind.

The chirping of birds on both sides of the river rose up tenderly, hiding in the fragrant night color, light and rapid, hitting the water surface, causing ripples.

Ningning's voice was broken into several fragments, occasionally biting her lower lip, taking a deep breath and calling him "Pei..."

A wave came, and the bird was knocked down by the wind and rain, making a dying cry.

The young man who was close to him froze, and heard her cry like a little animal, and read out his name softly and weakly, "...Pei Ji."

This sound made his heart melt.

"Does it hurt?"

He kissed her clumsily, his tone showing obvious pity and panic. He wanted to step back, "I—"

But before he could make any move, a pair of soft hands covered his back.

Ning Ning groped and touched him in the dark, pressing unconsciously with her palms to stop him from retreating.

Pei Ji's body was very hot, like a tightly tied iron.

She was almost embarrassed to death, but she had to shake her head with a blushing face, and told him in a trembling voice "... continue."

In the quiet spring night, Pei Ji's body temperature rose suddenly.

It was so hot that it seemed to melt his pupils.

A few scattered apricot blossoms floated outside the window, and the boat got the consent and continued to move forward.

The waves were getting bigger and bigger, the canyon was getting narrower and narrower, the boats were blown back by the wind intermittently, swaying and swaying, and after a short pause, they suddenly broke through the wind and moved forward.

The sound of flowing water was everywhere, and the spring night was filled with the fishy smell of river water. The warblers could not bear such a strong wind and waves, and they sang weakly again.

The spring night was filled with smoke, and in the curling mist, human figures were entangled.

"Ningning."

Pei Ji was calling her name again, his voice was unusually hoarse.

His thin lips brushed across her neck, his strength gradually increasing, like intimacy, but also like plunder.

Ning Ning heard him murmur, "I like you."

In this matter, Pei Ji has always been like a child, as if he could never say it enough, and would rather tell her every day.

Hearing it now, it just made her ears numb and her whole body hot.

"I'm... very happy to marry you."

The boat cruised, passing by the reflection of the clear moon in the sky. The boat passengers looked down at the full moon and saw the water waves shaking, with faint ripples.

Pei Ji raised his eyes to look at her, his face flushed obviously, and his throat moved slightly, "Okay?"

Ning Ning turned her head away from him and nodded very lightly.

After a brief pause, the boatman leaned over, lowered his eyes, and kissed the shadow of the moon in the water.

The moon shadow was round and moist, and was gently touched and swayed away with the water flow. The river water was surprisingly warm and soft, as if it hid endless whirlpools that wanted to swallow him up.

The boat moved again, and the tide suddenly retreated, making way for it.

The water flowing in the valley has always been slow, and has never experienced such movements. It was panic-stricken for a moment, and was hit by the surging waves inside and outside, leaving no way to hide.

"You..."

Ningning was so embarrassed that her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Where did you learn this..."

She ran out of strength halfway through her words and suddenly bit her lower lip.

"The storybook says..."

Pei Ji took a deep breath, his eyes unexpectedly obedient and gentle. "The storybook says that this will make you less uncomfortable."

Ning Ning had seen Pei Ji in many ways, cold, fierce, smiling with pursed lips, blushing shyly, but she had never seen him like this.

His eyes were full of mist, as if they were filled with honey, and the redness at the end of his eyes spread to the entire eye socket. Even his back was shaking, and he was too nervous to look her in the eye.

He pursed his lips after he finished speaking, and then hesitantly spoke, "Did I do something wrong?"

Pei Ji had never had such an experience. Shortly before he got married, several senior brothers and sisters had shown him some storybook picture albums.

He studied very seriously and didn't want to make her suffer because of him.

However, as soon as he saw Ning Ning, all the words and pictures in his mind disappeared, and all his actions were based on instinct.

With heat still remaining in her chest, Ning Ning didn't even dare to breathe hard. She just wanted to knock him on the head and say "stupid".

No matter when, Pei Ji would always ask her blushing questions seriously.

In order to comfort him, did she have to reply casually, "You did a good job, I like it very much"?

Ning Ning...

Ning Ning "It's, it's okay, it's good."

She was really ashamed to death to admit this in person.

So the long kiss fell again, and the full moon was slowly swinging, and was branded with little red marks.

White waves were flying above the canyon, and the moon shadow was broken into a few trembling pieces of white. While constantly advancing and retreating, the boat finally reached the deepest point.

Pei Ji's muscles were so tense that he was trembling, and his bones felt like they were being burned.

Scenes like this once only appeared in his unspeakable dreams.

The girl whom she longed for was willing to accept him. In the rich dark red surrounding her, Ning Ning felt pleasure from his kiss. Her black hair was scattered, and her eyes were dark and shiny, like the "tide" rising in the moonlit night.

She was incredibly soft, reminding Pei Ji of the clouds leisurely wandering in the spring, which would melt away softly at the touch, embracing all his hot and sharp edges.

The moonlight was quiet, and all kinds of muffled sounds blended into each other.

The girl's long hair was hanging down, pressed under the surging red waves, and the broad back of the swordsman cast an oppressive shadow. Pei Ji called her "Madam..."

in a shy way. He loved this title very much, and smiled to himself with his eyes downcast, a faint light reflected in his eyes. In the gaps between kissing her, he kept whispering "I like you."

The heat waves kept coming. Strange, surging feelings invaded her again and again, and the night wind blew in front of her, bringing a completely different feeling of coldness.

One hot and one cold, the two intersected, the wind in the canyon was raging, and in the bright moonlight, it finally surged and caused a huge wave.

The boat was swallowed by the waves, Pei Ji's back stiffened, and the red on his cheeks deepened.

He almost spoke helplessly, "Ningning, I..."

Ningning covered her face with her hands.

The oriole could not bear such a scorching temperature, and even its feathers were trembling slightly.

At midnight, all sounds disappeared.

The storm in the canyon just stopped, the boat left, Pei Ji lowered his eyes, and looked at the quiet forest stained with red.

He was extremely embarrassed, and the guilt in his heart was even more intense. He stretched out his hand like a madman, wanting to wipe away all the dirt.

Ning Ning noticed his movements, endured the pain and avoided him, "...Don't."

Pei Ji then raised his long eyelashes and looked at the little girl with a shaky breath.

The bed was a deep red, but she was flawless white. Her black hair fell down, and if you looked closely, you could see the shocking red marks under the winding black hair.

Pei Ji's eyes flickered slightly, and he lay down carefully and covered her with a wedding quilt.

Ning Ning's face was redder than the marks. With a slight movement, her body slipped into his arms.

The soft, gentle touch could defeat him in just a moment.

The indescribable fire still lingered in his heart. He was full of love and longed to vent, but he was holding back and couldn't vent it

. Pei Ji saw Ning Ning's frown and didn't want to let her feel any pain.

She must have felt the burning fire and raised her head to look at him inquiringly.

His eyes were clearly like water, but they made the flames burn hotter and hotter.

"...It's okay."

His voice was too hoarse. "Don't be afraid, it will be soon..."

Pei Ji's remaining words had not yet come out, and all turned into a muffled groan.

Ning Ning suddenly kissed his Adam's apple, and at the same time, she leaned forward on her knees and probed with her legs.

The afterglow had not yet subsided, and all her senses were extremely sharp.

Her touch was light and stopped, but it kept circling. Pei Ji couldn't stop trembling, and the mist in his black eyes became thicker. He said in a panic, "Ning Ning."

"You don't have to worry about me."

Her teeth gently bit the bone, and her voice was like a cat whispering, "I'm not afraid, and... I don't feel uncomfortable."

She always accommodated him like this.

No one in this world can treat him better than the girl in his arms.

Pei Ji couldn't help but love her deeply.

"Not tonight."

His rough and slender hands stroked her back. Pei Ji greedily grabbed the sweet and warm gardenia scent in the air, and the end of his voice was accompanied by a faint smile, "Ning Ning, there is a long way to go."

There is a long way to go.

In the future, they will have a lot of time that belongs only to the two of them.

The heat from Pei Ji spread to her face, and Ning Ning said "hmm" in a muffled voice.

The spring night was silent, and the wind was calm and the water was still.

Ning Ning closed her eyes in his arms and said to him tiredly, "Good night... Pei Ji."

She was kissed on the forehead.

This kiss was without any desire, like a shy spring rain. Pei Ji's voice was wrapped in the evening breeze, and he told her with infinite attachment, "Ning Ning, good night."