It was already dark when the wedding in the cafeteria ended.
Xie Yuyao and Zhao Honghui returned to the Zhao family together.
Zhao Honghui pushed open the bedroom door, and Xie Yuyao was immediately stunned.
Countless colorful roses covered the room, on the table, the bed, and even on the dressing table that had been added at some unknown time.
The bright red bed sheet was sprinkled with countless red flower petals, arranged in the shape of a heart.
Xie Yuyao hugged Zhao Honghui tightly, looking at her lover so close to her: "When did you set this up?"
“We can’t find roses this season, so we’ll have to use Chinese roses instead.” Zhao Honghui’s ears turned red. “You mentioned that you like red roses.”
Xie Yuyao remembered that in the first few days after Zhao Honghui arrived in Beijing, the two of them traveled all over the city and talked about many things from the future.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Honghui remembered their casual conversation and surprised her with a gift at such a tight time.
Xie Yuyao happily kissed his cheek: "I like it very much."
Zhao Honghui shuddered suddenly, his muscles tensed instantly, and a burning heat emanated from his clothes. His eyes seemed to hold a volcano about to erupt.
Just then, the voice of a guest came from outside the door. Zhao Honghui snapped out of his reverie, forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart, and went out to greet the guest.
Xie Yuyao naturally went along as well. The two of them, along with Zhao Honghui's family, welcomed and saw off guests. It took quite some time before they were able to rest.
Yang Chunhua cooked dinner herself. Xie Yuyao ate dinner with everyone, took a shower, and then returned to her bedroom.
The room was lit by a dim candlelight, making the bedroom exceptionally romantic and enchanting.
Zhao Honghui, with his lean and slender frame, stood beside the dressing table, drying Xie Yuyao's wet hair. Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the window, but it couldn't conceal his beast-like breathing and blatant gaze.
"Yaoyao, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Zhao Honghui bent down and whispered in Xie Yuyao's ear.
The warm breath sent a shiver down Xie Yuyao's spine, and she giggled as she replied with the next line: "Flowers have a delicate fragrance, and the moon casts a shadow."
A light rain began to fall, silencing all the sounds of the world.
The open window rattled against the frame, making a constant thumping sound. The wind swept up petals and moisture, drenching his thin, wheat-colored, sweaty back.
The petals on the bright red sheets were crumpled and stained the snow-white skin. A sweet and tart fragrance wafted over, sending shivers down the spine.
The candle wick swayed constantly in the wind, and the melted candle, limp and boneless, dripped onto the table, where it was wantonly kneaded and shaped into various forms by the flame.
......
An autumn breeze has just begun to blow, and the air is slightly cool.
Xie Yuyao unconsciously pressed herself against the heat source, her jet-black hair scattered around the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her snow-white back.
When she opened her eyes and woke up, she met a pair of eyes filled with burning desire, just like a wild wolf.
A kiss landed on her ear, "Yaoyao, want to do it again?"
"No, I'm tired." Xie Yuyao shrank back and forth, refusing to cooperate.
"Today is our wedding night." Zhao Honghui looked radiant, showing no signs of having spent the entire night up.
Xie Yuyao roared, "It's dawn!"
“It doesn’t count if you haven’t gotten up yet.” Zhao Honghui reached out and put his arm around her waist, pressing down her restless body.
Xie Yuyao was almost in tears: "This has happened so many times already. Haven't you heard of people dying from exhaustion?"
"Once again, for the last time."
"You always say that, I can't... Waaah... I can't take it anymore... I'm hungry..."
"Sweetie... I'll cook for you in a bit..."
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