Spring
Zhao Youyi and Chu Chanyin each carried a small glutinous rice ball into the inner room. Zhao Youyi prepared new clothes for everyone, and prepared a bright red brocade robe for Chu Chanyin, with wide sleeves, which looked similar to the robe of the groom.
After bathing, they all changed into new clothes.
Chu Muqing saw Chu Chanyin clapping his hands and laughing: "Uncle looks like a groom, let's get married! Let's get married!"
Chu Chanyin tugged at his clothes somewhat awkwardly, and Zhao Youyi stepped forward to straighten them for him: "Isn't it good to wear red for the New Year?"
Chu Chanyin naturally wouldn't say it wasn't good-looking: "The color that Awan chose is naturally excellent, but I'm afraid I can't pull it off."
Zhao Youyi also changed into a bright red dress. She rarely wore such a vibrant color, which made her look exceptionally charming and graceful. Her almond-shaped eyes gazed at him with a watery look, and her hesitant expression was truly endearing.
Zhao Youyi didn't show favoritism either way; the clothes she prepared for the two little ones were also red, making them look just like New Year's picture dolls, which was extremely festive.
The two little ones ran out to play as soon as they got dressed. Zhao Youyi quickly told the servants to follow. Chu Chanyin was in the room, awkwardly adjusting his clothes in front of the bronze mirror. Zhao Youyi turned his head and saw this scene. His ears turned red and a suspicious blush appeared on his face. He looked very attractive.
Zhao Youyi approached, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed against his broad back, saying, "Brother Huai Cong, you look absolutely stunning in red."
Chu Chanyin grasped her hand, as if suddenly realizing something: "Awan, our wedding ceremony last time was too rushed. Would you like to marry me again?"
Zhao Youyi laughed when she heard this, turned around and hugged him tightly: "I think it's okay, and getting married is too tiring, but... Brother Huai Cong still owes me something."
Chu Chanyin looked at her, puzzled. Zhao Youyi beckoned to him, signaling him to lower his head.
Chu Chanyin did as he was told, and Zhao Youyi leaned down and whispered something in his ear that made Chu Chanyin feel like he was on fire.
"This...this..." Chu Chanyin rarely lost his composure, looking at her with a flustered expression.
"What? You were lying when you said you liked me last time?" Zhao Youyi pouted, feigning anger, and punched his chest with her fist.
Seeing her display such girlish demeanor, Chu Chanyin felt an overwhelming sweetness in his heart. In the past, she always acted like a mature and reliable adult, even in front of him. Now, seeing her so innocent and carefree, he finally felt at ease.
At least she didn't do anything wrong by being with him.
Chu Chanyin quickly grasped her hand and solemnly promised, "My heart for Awan is as clear as the sun and moon. I will never betray you in this life. If I break this vow, may I be torn apart by five horses."
Seeing him make such a solemn promise, Zhao Youyi quickly reached out and covered his mouth: "Okay, okay, of course I believe you, why make such a serious oath?"
Chu Chanyin rubbed her hand against his cheek: "Because I want to give you the best."
Zhao Youyi wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his soft lips. Their breathing gradually became heavier, and all they could hear was the sound of each other's heartbeats.
"Miss, Master, it's time for dinner." The voice from outside interrupted the two lovers' sweet moment. Zhao Youyi bit Chu Chanyin's lip, as if it were both a punishment and a reward.
Chu Chanyin smiled, looking at her somewhat embarrassed.
Zhao Youyi took his hand and said, "Let's go have dinner. I've asked someone to make your favorite crab meat lion's head meatballs and steamed sea bass."
Chu Chanyin glanced at her with some surprise. Zhao Youyi naturally noticed his gaze and said smugly, "Why are you allowed to remember what I like to eat, but I'm not allowed to remember what you like to eat?"
"Of course not." Chu Chan couldn't help but smile, his eyes full of tenderness.
The two walked to the dining hall, where the two little ones were already sitting on small stools. There was no need to be formal when the family ate together; they would start eating once everyone had arrived.
Zhao Youyi took out the warmed wine and poured a cup for Chu Chanyin. Chu Muqing, who was standing to the side, looked at the wine with bright eyes and said coquettishly, "Auntie, Mumu wants some too!"
Zhao Youyi brewed plum wine, which had a low alcohol content. Seeing Chu Muqing's pitiful eyes, Zhao Youyi turned his gaze to Chu Chanyin.
Chu Chanyin was also softened by Chu Muqing's gaze. Thinking that he was nine years old now, he was considered a big boy. He used the serving chopsticks to dip a little plum wine from the cup into his glass and let him taste it.
Chu Muqing pouted unhappily at the tiny wine stain on the tip of her chopsticks and glared reproachfully at Chu Chanyin.
Chu Chanyin raised an eyebrow and pulled his hand back slightly, his meaning clear: if he didn't want this, then he didn't want any of it.
Chu Muqing resignedly licked the wine stains off her chopsticks, smacked her lips, and her eyes instantly lit up: "Sweet, delicious!"
“You’re still young, you can only try this much,” Zhao Youyi said gently.
Chu Muqing pouted unhappily, while Zhao Zhile, who had finished eating, tugged at his sleeve, "Brother, I'm sleepy."
Zhao Youyi and Chu Chanyin exchanged a glance, and seeing that the two little ones had almost finished eating, they asked someone to take them back to their room.
Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the hall, and the atmosphere became subtly tense. Chu Chanyin drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, his face flushed. Zhao Youyi also poured himself a cup to bolster his courage.
Seeing her drinking, Chu Chanyin couldn't help but advise her, "Drinking is bad for your health, Awan. You should eat more vegetables and leave the wine for me."
Zhao Youyi smiled slightly and continued to pour him more wine, going along with his wishes. When Chu Chanyin was a child, he had a low alcohol tolerance. Although he was not easily drunk, he was particularly prone to getting confused.
Seeing her pour him wine, Chu Chanyin had no reason not to drink it. He finished half a jar of wine in no time, and became a little dazed, just staring at her without moving.
Zhao Youyi held out her hand and waved it in front of him: "What is this?"
“A-Wan!” Chu Chanyin answered firmly.
Seeing that he still recognized people, Zhao Youyi was relieved and helped Chu Chanyin, who smelled of plum wine, back to her bedroom. When Chu Chanyin saw the room decorated like a young lady, his remaining rationality made him realize that something was wrong: "Awan, I'll sleep in your room, where will you sleep?"
Zhao Youyi led the man to the bed and couldn't help but chuckle at his drowsy and wary look: "Me? Of course I'm sleeping here."
Chu Chanyin was startled upon hearing this: "We're going to sleep together? This...this isn't a good idea."
Upon hearing this, Chu Chanyin instantly sobered up and tried to get up, but was stopped by a look from Zhao Youyi.
“Do you remember what I said during the day? You owe me something,” Zhao Youyi said, moving closer to him.
Chu Chanyin nodded subconsciously, then heard her say seductively, "You owe me a wedding night."
Zhao Youyi pushed him down onto the bed. She had carefully arranged the room; it was exactly the same as their original bridal chamber, with red candles and silk curtains, just in time for their spring night.
Zhao Youyi looked down at him, the candlelight flickering and illuminating his flushed cheeks. His skin was very white, and his lips were red from being rubbed, making him look exceptionally vibrant and alluring.
"Brother Huai Cong, look at me." Zhao Youyi reached out and rubbed his bobbing Adam's apple, causing him to breathe more rapidly. A kiss as sticky as honey landed on his face, so fine and dense, like the gentlest breath, enticing him to fall into the mortal world.
He wrapped his arms around her slender neck and kissed her, his strength gradually shifting from gentle to fierce, until his hair became tangled and inseparable, clinging tightly to her.
Knowing the warmth of spring nights, why waste the springtime? To squander one's youth is truly lamentable!
As the night passed, Zhao Youyi nestled in his arms, feeling his warm skin. When she opened her eyes, she saw the marks left by her reckless behavior the night before. She raised her head and kissed Chu Chanyin's chin, then his lips, then his nose, and finally his forehead, until she woke him up.
Chu Chanyin opened his affectionate eyes, his gaze towards her inscrutable. "Awan, did I do well?"
Zhao Youyi nuzzled against his chest, didn't reply, and instead bit him.
Chu Chanyin let out an exaggerated "hiss," and Zhao Youyi hurriedly went to look at him. Seeing him looking at her with a smile, she immediately realized that he was just playing with her, and angrily bit him again.
The two had been working all night, and now their skin was pressed tightly together. Chu Chanyin's hand accidentally touched the soft fabric, and when he looked down, he realized it was her undergarment.
Chu Chanyin: ...
He frantically tried to let go, but only got closer to her.
Zhao Youyi grabbed his wandering hand and kissed his lips: "Weren't you holding onto this all night? Don't you like it now?"
Chu Chanyin blushed and his heart raced as she spoke, and the distance between the two grew closer and closer until they were almost inseparable.
“Brother Huai Cong, I remember you and I learned needlework together when we were little. Why don’t you make me a bellyband?” Zhao Youyi said softly.
Chu Chanyin was so aroused by her that he couldn't wait to agree without thinking, "Okay, what style do you like? I'll make it for you."
Zhao Youyi looked up at him, her fingers brushing through his messy hair, her voice soft and gentle: "It doesn't matter what kind you like, Brother Huai Cong, do you still remember? But Master said that we should embroider our own names on it, Brother Huai Cong, how about you embroider your name on it for me?"
Chu Chanyin naturally had no reason to refuse, and the two rolled around together, with the bells hanging at the head and foot of the bed ringing "ding-a-ling," making it seem like spring was in full bloom even though it was winter.
It wasn't until lunchtime that Zhao Youyi got off the bed, rubbing her back. Chu Chanyin casually threw on a coat, revealing a large expanse of her fair chest, the smooth muscles still bearing traces of red. He disregarded his own needs and quickly pulled a coat over her shoulders.
When Zhao Youyi saw him following, she beckoned to him: "Brother Huai Cong, come and help me with my makeup."
He was already skilled at combing her hair, and his gentle touch wouldn't hurt her. Zhao Youyi sat in front of the bronze mirror, and Chu Chanyin stood behind her, picking up a wooden comb and gently combing her hair.
"You're the first man to comb my hair. I still remember the first time you combed my hair when I was little, and you accidentally hurt me," Zhao Youyi said, looking at the intimately nestled figures in the bronze mirror.
"I remember, I coaxed you for a long time back then, and gave you half a month's worth of snacks," Chu Chanyin said with a smile in his eyes.
Chu Chanyin had previously learned the hairstyles of unmarried girls, all for Zhao Youyi. At that time, he had heard about Zhao Youyi's childhood betrothal to Chi Yuming, and sometimes he would wonder what she would look like with a married woman's hairstyle, but he never fantasized that one day he could become her husband.
Delusional... means having thought about it.
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