Chapter 146: The Women’s Dress Party Hasn’t Ended Yet…
The banquet had not yet ended, and the band songs brought by Ye Qingyan were still playing melodiously below.
Xia Yiqing blushed a little and felt hot inside. She calmly declined all the relatives and friends and half-dragged Qi Hanmu into the main villa.
The sun is scorching. This small island is located in the tropics, so it's summer all year round and the trees are evergreen.
Smoked and steamed by the scorching sun, Xia Yiqing felt that if she were a Chinese medicinal herb, she would have been cooked by the sun long ago.
She held the man's slightly cold hand and led Qi Hanmu into the house.
As they walked, Xia Yiqing couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, a hint of her foxy side showing. "Brother Hanmu, don't forget what you promised me."
Qi Hanmu, who was standing behind her, straightened his shoulders, then slowly relaxed them, a smile spreading across the corners of his mouth.
Little rascal.
Ever since she discovered that he reacted a little too strongly to the words "Brother Han Mu", Xia Yiqing immediately stopped calling him "Third Master" and always teased him with the word "Brother".
In fact, he didn't hate it. It was just that his heart beat faster, his palms were sweaty, and his throat was dry.
Of course, when she couldn't help herself, these four words became Xia Yiqing's rare safe word.
Having been married to Xia Yiqing twice, once in front of everyone and once in front of relatives and friends, Qi Hanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, half "threatening".
"Isn't it too early to say these four words now?" He was dragged into the house by Xia Yiqing, but his steps were leisurely.
"If I get tired of hearing it, and there's no safe word..."
The servants cleaning the villa were still there, and the sound of brooms being dragged across the floor was still there. They lowered their heads to the ground, not daring to look over here.
When Xia Yiqing turned her head, not only were her cheeks flushed, but even her ears were a little pink, and she looked like a tomato that was half-ripe.
"Shut up!" she mouthed, frowning and looking fierce.
But in fact, in Qi Hanmu's eyes, she was no different from a ferocious kitten.
He nodded innocently. When Xia Yiqing relaxed her guard, Qi Hanmu rubbed Xia Yiqing's head with his other hand. The smile on the corner of his mouth was almost impossible to conceal.
Xia Yiqing had long been accustomed to Qi Hanmu's "sneak attacks".
Although she was not used to it, she had to force herself to adapt. Later, Xia Yiqing felt it was okay, as if Qi Hanmu was the only comfort to her.
For people, patting the top of the head is like a higher level of intimacy. First, it requires the two people to be close enough, and second, the person being patted on the head must be willing.
Lovers may feel that this is not close enough, so they usually use kissing to express their love for each other.
Xia Yiqing felt that there was nothing wrong with this.
However, after the kiss ended, both of them looked dazed, and it seemed that they didn't get anything out of it except exchanging saliva with each other.
But when the man's broad palm stroked her head, she felt a heavy and cool sensation at first, and then her body seemed to be anesthetized and she couldn't move at all, and half of her scalp was stiff.
But there was a warm feeling in my heart.
It’s like walking in the snow in winter and suddenly encountering a fire. You reach out to warm your hands, and then your almost frozen hands slowly thaw.
If eye contact is a relatively intimate contact between two people, then touching the head is a step up.
As Xia Yiqing closed the bedroom door, she deliberately raised her hand and stretched it out, but only touched the edge of Qi Hanmu's hairline.
The reason was that the man deliberately tensed his body and leaned back.
"Come down a bit," Xia Yiqing also raised her chin and used the condescending tone between acquaintances, "If you don't let me touch my head, I won't let you do that again in the future."
This trick is useful for Qi Hanmu.
The slightly curly black hair was soon in front of Xia Yiqing, in no more than half a minute.
Xia Yiqing did not take the initiative, but waited with a smile.
After bowing his head for a long time without feeling any comfort, the man's cold white ear tips slowly turned pink. Soon, even the base of his ears had a faint blood color.
Could it be that Xia Yiqing doesn't like being touched anymore?
But she just said clearly that she wanted it.
Qi Hanmu is not a weird person by nature. He will fight for what he likes generously, but he is always a little cautious when facing Xia Yiqing.
"Qingqing you..." After carefully considering his words, Qi Hanmu pursed his lips and drooped his eyelids to hide his loss.
"You, don't want it anymore?"
The voice was low and a little hoarse, but it was full of traces of grievances, like a piece of honey exploding in Xia Yiqing's mouth, all sweet.
She chuckled, raised her hand, and stroked it from head to back like she was petting a puppy, "Why has Third Master become better at acting like a spoiled child?
"Are you trying to deny your debt? I've already said it before. If you act like a spoiled child now and then want to deny it later, you won't be able to do that."
There was a slight itch on his waist, so Qi Hanmu put his two powerful hands around Xia Yiqing's waist. He lowered his head, and his tall nose touched the back of Xia Yiqing's neck.
She continued to hum and whine, "I'm not going to default. Besides, hasn't Qingqing already picked out a skirt?"
"Okay," Xia Yiqing was really impatient. She turned to the side lightly and pried open Qi Hanmu's hands at a tricky angle.
"Then go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
Outside, the sounds of a lively banquet continued. Looking down from the window, the tall champagne tower was actually sparkling in the sunlight. There were many guests, most of whom were being received by Su Huanhuan.
After Su Huanhuan and Chen Tan expressed their feelings to each other, they were not in a hurry to get married.
She said that she would talk about it after traveling around the world with Chen Tan. Of course, Chen Tan's expression was always a little anxious, as if he was afraid that the treasure he was about to get would be snatched away by someone else.
But when Su Huanhuan asked, "You're not in a hurry, right?", Chen Tan always stood at attention, with a serious expression, nodded, and looked like he didn't care at all.
This couple is really funny. Xia Yiqing curled the corners of her lips. When they get married one day, she will also entertain Su Huanhuan's guests in the same way.
Just consider it as repaying Su Huanhuan for helping her today.
The door panel of the room was well soundproofed, and Qi Hanmu was silent for a long time. Xia Yiqing leaned against the door panel, bent her fingers, and knocked twice.
Qi Hanmu's resentful voice came from the door, "Qingqing... I can't tie the straps at the back of this dress."
Xia Yiqing's smile deepened. How could she not know that the tie at the back of a dress worn at a wedding or on stage was the most difficult to tie.
If it is not tied, it will be open, but if you rely on yourself, it is absolutely impossible unless you are extremely flexible and have eyes on your back.
"Then," Xia Yiqing had a playful thought. She leaned her elbows on the door panel and blew air into the crack.
"I'll come in and help you, okay?"
Needless to say, with a click, the door opened from the inside and slid inward, revealing a small gap.
She felt inexplicably hot on her face. Xia Yiqing knew that she had chosen the dress herself, and she was a little happy. Qi Hanmu was too cooperative.
"I'm coming in."
She deliberately raised her voice, took a step closer, and just as she closed the door, she saw a pair of watery eyes.
Qi Hanmu was facing her. His eye sockets were deep, and usually people could see his emotions very clearly, but at this moment, his always sharp eyes were stained with a little mist, like misty rain, sticking to people.
"Hey, what's going on?" Xia Yiqing asked knowingly, raised her hand and made a circle, signaling Qi Hanmu to turn around.
"Give me that lace and I'll fix it for you."
Qi Hanmu was stunned for a long while, then slowly handed the red ribbon to Xia Yiqing. There was a layer of light pink on the back of his neck, and his voice was trembling.
"Clear," he said, perhaps because his throat was uncomfortable, so he coughed to clear his throat before continuing his words.
"How about we just take a look inside and not go out?"
The man spoke haltingly, and it was easy to tell that his face was a little hot.
Xia Yiqing smiled but didn't refuse.
Unfortunately, Qi Hanmu underestimated Xia Yiqing's evil intentions.
She did not open the door and did not let Qi Hanmu go out. She just half-heartedly pulled him to the balcony.
"Come on, come out, don't be afraid," Xia Yiqing stretched out a pair of "devil claws" and pulled up the hem of Han Mu's skirt like the nanny who forced a virgin girl to have sex in ancient times.
"I'm not letting you go down. This floor is so high, no one can see you. It's just some sun. What are you afraid of?"
Having said that, Xia Yiqing couldn't suppress the smile. Qi Hanmu looked so beautiful in this outfit. The golden dress was embroidered with cloud patterns, which made Qi Hanmu's cold white skin more prominent.
Moreover, if Qi Hanmu's facial features were not deliberately sharp, he would have a kind of androgynous feminine beauty.
At this moment, his brows were slightly wrinkled, but his shoulders were relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips. He looked a little helpless, but his eyes were full of doting.
"Qingqing," Qi Hanmu was not so shameless. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. The shyness he had just felt disappeared and his face was normal again. He could tease her now.
"I'm afraid that the guests will see it and ask why there are two brides today, one in a suit and the other in a dress."
Xia Yiqing doesn't care what others say.
Most of the people who came today are relatives and friends. Although some of them don’t have very harmonious relationships, that doesn’t matter. If they want to gossip, then just don’t invite them in the future.
In a nutshell, anyone who dares to gossip is not a relative or friend.
It's okay for some ordinary teasing.
So Qi's daughter was dragged by Xia Yiqing to meet Su Huanhuan.
With just one glance, Su Huanhuan burst into earth-shattering laughter, "Hahahahahahahahahaha..."
Chen Tan was quite well behaved. He just looked away slightly, not daring to look at Qi Hanmu's expression.
Luo Miao stood aside with his hands hanging down, smiling.
It seems that the Third Master really loves his wife terribly. He can rest assured that the Third Master and his wife have such a harmonious relationship.
Just as everyone was laughing, the sound of crutches tapping on the ground could be heard not far away.
It’s Old Madam Qi who’s here.
Xia Yiqing suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to dress someone else's grandson in a skirt on his wedding day.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qi was also smiling, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and her voice was a little unstable.
"Han Mu looks so handsome in this outfit. Qingqing, don't disbelieve me, I also made him wear a skirt when he was a child."
Just at this moment, the photographers were arranging a group photo outside. Encouraged by Old Madam Qi's eyes, Xia Yiqing took Qi Hanmu's hand and walked out confidently and calmly.
Sure enough, there was another round of surprise among the guests.
Su Huanhuan smiled, "The bride and groom are here, we can take pictures!"
Click. Although the photographer was puzzled, he was still very honest. He found a good angle and pressed the shutter after everyone adjusted their postures.
The bride was wearing a suit and standing straight, while the groom was wearing a golden dress with his hands on the bride. His facial features were three-dimensional, but his eyes were soft when he looked at the bride.
Su Huanhuan and Xia Yiqing saw this photo, and they burst into laughter again.
Su Huanhuan looked back and forth several times, but still couldn't help holding her stomach and laughing to the side.
Chen Tan was a little nervous. He patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Are you okay? Be careful not to laugh too hard or get cramps or stomach pain."
Su Huanhuan hit him angrily, "You bad boy, you cursed me, I tell you, I like it. When I get married someday, I want the groom to wear it for me."
The Buddhist beads in Chentan's hand stopped for a moment.
He blinked. If it was Su Huanhuan, it seemed that it would not be impossible for him to wear a skirt.
So does that mean Su Huanhuan agreed to be with him?
"Huanhuan, then tell me, where should we hold the wedding?"
Unexpectedly, this man had thought of this. Su Huanhuan punched him twice, ran out, and tugged at him from under his eyes, "You're overthinking it. I'm not sure if I'll spend the rest of my life with you."
The scene was a bit chaotic, the sun was shining, people were making noise, and everyone's backs were sweating.
Qi Hanmu kissed Xia Yiqing's earlobe and said, "Do you like it? If you like, I can wear it for you in the bridal chamber."
Xia Yiqing raised her hand to cover his mouth, with a smile on her face.
Qi Hanmu also curled his eyes.
He doesn't care about face or anything like that.
As long as Qingqing can look at him forever and like him forever, that's enough.
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