Wen Hemian was looking at herself in the bronze mirror, while Xie Lang was looking at her in person.
Her beauty was already exceptional, but the bright red wedding dress made her appear even more radiant. A smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with youthful energy. She was strikingly beautiful, elegant, and captivating.
That was a breathtaking view unlike any other red-clad person, visible only to him.
It surpasses countless others in the world.
Xie Lang held his breath and dared not make any rash moves that would disrupt this beautiful scene.
"...Come back to your senses."
Wen Hemian blinked, noticing the tangible gaze fixed on her, and chuckled as she waved her hand in front of Xie Lang.
Believe it or not, this garment is quite heavy. Not only is it heavily embroidered, but it is also adorned with gold ornaments. If placed in a modern museum, it would undoubtedly be a prized possession.
"It looks better than I expected."
Xie Lang wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. It was such a narrow waist. She had been to the North, where she had fallen ill and overworked herself, and had lost some weight. The original measurements were slightly larger than expected. Although it didn't affect the overall figure, it still made her feel uneasy.
Fortunately, there are still some days left, so I can take good care of myself.
Wen Heming's waist was soft and sensitive. Xie Lang touched it a few times, but she got impatient and slapped his hand, her voice cold: "You've tried it on, so if it fits, then help me take it off first."
She knew how much manpower and resources it would take to make such a dress, since it was for a formal occasion and it wouldn't look good if it got dirty or wrinkled.
However, Xie Lang clearly lacked this awareness.
His previous obedience vanished, and he became like a clingy big dog, pressing his lips to her cheek, his arms tightening around her, his eyes seemingly filled with infatuation: "No way."
Wen Hemian wanted to reprimand him for going too far, but the Emperor, who had anticipated this, gently covered her lips and held her earlobe tightly. If it were just that, it would be fine, but there was a huge bronze mirror in front of them, and in broad daylight, she could clearly see the two of them in their current state.
In short... it's hard to describe.
Perhaps seeing himself being glared at in the mirror, Xie Lang chuckled and nuzzled against her neck, his voice laced with teasing: "You've done everything you should and shouldn't have done, so why is Han Shuang still so shy?"
Is this shyness? This is clearly indecent!
For the first time, Wen Hemian realized that he could actually be a feudalist.
It's obvious that reasoning with shameless people won't work.
Most of the furnishings in the side hall were familiar. Wen Hemian glanced at them out of the corner of her eye and suddenly noticed something on the soft couch by the window that seemed to have a cold luster. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind, and she struggled to take Xie Lang's hand away.
The tone softened, almost like coaxing.
"Your Majesty, would you like to try something more exciting?"
Wen Hemian did not turn around, but looked at Xie Lang through the bronze mirror, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.
Xie Lang felt an uncontrollable thirst rise in his throat, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "What does the Grand Tutor want to play?"
He was a little curious.
Wen Hemian's smile widened: "Your Majesty, please close your eyes first. Do not open them until I agree."
Aside from being truly disobedient at times, His Majesty the Emperor is obedient most of the time.
Just like now, as soon as she stated her request, Xie Lang closed his eyes on his own, without needing to be urged at all.
He seemed quite excited about what was to come.
That makes things easier.
Wen Heming lowered her eyelashes and led him toward the small couch, her demeanor calm and unhurried.
Xie Lang muttered to himself for a while, unable to guess what she wanted to do, but he obediently did not open his eyes to peek.
Soon, Wen Hemian led him to sit down.
Seeing the Emperor's seemingly kind and easily deceived appearance, she almost felt a pang of pity, but she quickly came to her senses and, thinking of all the times he had deceived her in the past, her smile immediately turned cold.
With lightning speed, she grabbed the chain from the small couch, fastened one end to His Majesty the Emperor's hand, and the other end to the couch.
This thing was originally prepared for her; both her bedroom and the side hall bear many traces of it.
I don't know what kind of perverse sense he has, but he didn't let anyone clean it up. Now that it's left, it's become Wen Heming's tool for committing crimes.
This is a classic case of shooting oneself in the foot.
Xie Lang opened his eyes abruptly upon hearing the sound, his face full of astonishment: "...Han Shuang?"
Wen Hemian, dressed in her wedding attire, glanced down at him, her beautiful features captivating, and her eyes crinkled slightly as she asked, "Why are you being so disobedient?"
Xie Lang tugged at the chain on his hand. The chain was not made of gold; it was very sturdy, and he couldn't budge it.
A bad feeling had already begun to creep into his heart.
Wen Hemian was annoyed by him and was determined to teach him a lesson. She put away the key and stared at him with a smile but said nothing.
Xie Lang asked with difficulty, "Grand Tutor, what do you want to do?"
"Of course, His Majesty should be allowed to reflect on his actions here."
Wen Hemian patted his cheek, which in itself seemed like a rather inappropriate gesture, but between them, it inexplicably carried a hint of intimacy, closeness, and ambiguity.
Xie Lang stared at her with moist eyes, which looked as if they were brimming with tears. Only by looking directly into his eyes could one know the deep desire hidden within them.
It was terribly hot.
Wen Hemian frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly covered Xie Lang's eyes and kissed him before Xie Lang could react.
She rarely took the initiative, and her kissing skills were not particularly good, even carrying a hint of naivety. It was the most unintentional thing that was most alluring. The young man's breathing became heavier, and he wanted to hug her, but she gently but firmly pressed him down.
He could have resisted if he wanted to, but he didn't.
Or rather, he was reluctant to break Wen Heming's initiative.
Just as he was about to take the initiative, Wen Hemian suddenly turned away, taking several steps back with great foresight, and looked Xie Lang up and down with a half-smile.
Xie Lang's temples throbbed with anger, his gaze seeming to devour her whole: "Hanshuang, who are you trying to embarrass by teasing me like this?"
"Of course it's you." Wen Hemian slowly wiped her lips, her voice gentle. "If we keep going like this, we won't need the wedding dress. Also, I've had my period these past few days, so don't even think about that kind of thing."
Wen Hemian did indeed have someone to rely on.
Young people should practice moderation rather than indulging in pleasure.
"Stay here and reflect on your actions. I'll have someone bring you the keys in an hour."
Wen Hemian glanced meaningfully at the part of him hidden by his robe, then gracefully turned around and went behind the screen to change her clothes.
Xie Lang: "..."
He yanked the chain again with a vicious tug, making a loud cracking sound.
This damn thing!
Brute force could definitely break it, but I'm afraid Wen Heming will turn around and get angry.
Thinking of this, he could only slump his shoulders in a sullen mood.
Oh well, there will always be a chance to get it back later.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com