Cao Peiyu considered that Shen Nanqing and Song Huaiwen would go to the island soon after their marriage, so she did not clean up the western-style building and directly turned Song Huaiwen's previous room into a new house.
Song Huaiwen's original room was just like his personality, cold, hard and dull.
At this moment, the room has changed a lot and is decorated with festive red.
The auspicious dragon and phoenix quilt on the bed was embroidered by Shen's mother herself. Every stitch was filled with her love for her daughter. The red quilt with double happiness characters on the headboard complemented the quilt.
The wall that used to be hung with a battle map is now replaced with a photo of the two of them, which was taken at the photo studio last time.
At that time, neither of them thought of enlarging the photo. It was only after Song Huaiwen returned home that he felt that the battle map was out of place in the bridal room, so he ran to have the photo developed quickly.
Ana Shen looked at the photos on the wall, smiling with curved eyebrows, “This photo is well chosen, I like it very much.”
Song Huaiwen looked at the two people smiling in the photo and couldn't help but grin and smile, "I like it very much."
In fact, his favorite was the one at the beginning, when he was suddenly attacked by Shen Nanqing. She was lively and vivid in the photo, but it was a pity that his expression was...shy.
Song Huaizhi's voice came from downstairs.
Song Huaiwen really didn't want to leave Shen Nanqing for a moment.
He looked at Shen Nanqing with rosy cheeks, and couldn't help wanting to touch her. Finally, he smoothed the hair beside her cheeks and said with a smile, "You rest here first. I'll go down first. If you have anything, just let your friend go down and call me."
After a while, sisters Li Zhen and Su Xiangqin came to the bridal chamber, and Su Xiangqin was holding a lot of food in her hands.
Li Zhen smiled and teased, "The groom is really caring. He's afraid that the bride will be lonely, so he hurriedly asked us to come up to accompany you." She pouted at the snacks and said, "Here, eat quickly! The groom will be heartbroken if the bride is hungry."
Shen Nanqing glared at Li Zhen, picked up the red date cake and took a bite, and counterattacked while eating: "There are quite a few handsome guys here today, if there are any that you like, I can introduce them to you."
"I...how would I know? I'm busy! I don't have time to look at other things." Li Zhen's face turned red with embarrassment and she spoke hesitantly.
Su Xiangqiu was eating wedding biscuits and was puzzled when she heard this: "Just now a very handsome brother gave me wedding candy. Does this count as love?"
Ana Shen laughed out loud, “It doesn’t count.”
As the sky gradually darkened, after Cao Peiyu sent away the last batch of guests, she turned to the tired-looking Shen Nanqing and said, "Qingqing, you must be tired after a busy day. Go up and have a rest. Leave this place to us."
"Your mother is right, let's go up quickly." Song Yuanzhou nodded.
It was obvious that the Song family had very good interpersonal relationships. There were two wedding banquets. Most of the guests at noon were relatives and friends, while those at night were basically good friends in the compound.
Shen Nanqing felt that Song Huaiwen must be unwelcome in the compound. Friends of the same age took turns toasting him and directly drank him unconscious.
In the end, it was his two brothers, Song Huaizhou and Song Huaixi, who helped him up the stairs.
Song Huaizhou is a scientific researcher. He is usually busy like a top and can't stop at all. If Song Huaiwen hadn't gotten married this time, he wouldn't know where to hide to do his experiments.
Seeing that they had done enough, Song Huaizhou and Song Huaizhi took the children back home.
Shen Nanqing looked around. The house was a little messy, but there was nothing left to do. She was a little worried about the drunk Song Huaiwen. She didn't shirk responsibility and smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble my parents, my second brother and my second sister-in-law."
As soon as the door of the new house was opened, a strong aroma of wine filled the room.
Shen Nanqing wrinkled his nose and walked towards the bed. Song Huaiwen was lying quietly on it with his eyes closed. The huge double bed became a little crowded because of his superior body.
"Song Huaiwen." She bent down and called softly, but the person on the bed did not respond.
The closer they were, the stronger the smell of alcohol became. Ana Shen covered her nose and said with a little disdain, “You’re quite well behaved when you’re drunk, but this smell is too bad.”
After saying that, Shen Nanqing picked up the enamel basin and went to the bathroom outside to get some water, preparing to wipe Song Huaiwen's body and change him into clean clothes. On her wedding night, she didn't want to spend the night with a drunken man.
The moment the door closed, the drunk man on the bed trembled his eyelashes.
Soon, Shen Nanqing came back with a basin of water and stood beside the bed, but she didn't know where to start.
Shen Nanqing looked back and forth at Song Huaiwen several times. She secretly said to herself, "It's okay. We're married now. There will be many opportunities to be honest with each other in the future. Stay calm."
She took a deep breath and reached out to untie the clothes of the person on the bed. When she looked closely, her hands were shaking.
Shen Nanqing looked at the perfect body in front of him without any excess fat, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He had broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and just the right muscle lines. He didn't look like a big guy, but rather solid and a little scary.
The texture of her skin is pretty good, not pitch black, but a healthy, sexy tan that's hard to look away.
She wrung out the hair and helped Song Huaiwen wipe it all over. Finally, her eyes uncontrollably swept over a certain place that she had deliberately ignored, where there was a bulge.
Shen Nanqing's heart was pounding and his face turned red.
She murmured to herself, "Should I wipe it off? I guess I should just... wipe it off."
Shen Nanqing pursed her lips tightly, held her breath and reached out to that place. When she was about to touch it, the person on the bed suddenly moved, and she jumped on him like a frightened rabbit.
"I don't covet your flesh..." Shen Nanqing's words of defense were stuck in his throat. Looking at Song Huaiwen who still had his eyes closed, he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly despised himself for having the intention but not the courage to do so.
The charming thoughts were interrupted by the sudden episode. Shen Nanqing turned around and found a set of men's pajamas from the closet and put them on Song Huaiwen.
If it were normal times, Shen Nanqing would definitely find that whether taking off clothes or putting on clothes, the person opposite seemed to be very cooperative and did not look like a drunk person at all.
After everything was done, Ana Shen seemed to be eager to escape from the crime scene, and he casually took his pajamas and went out to the bathroom.
The person on the bed raised his hands to his eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
I don’t know how long it took, Shen Nanqing returned with a fragrant smell, and the person on the bed still looked the same as when he left.
She didn't care. She sat down to put on her makeup and apply some skin care products before turning off the lights and going to bed.
As soon as Ana Shen lay down, the person who was originally sleeping behind her suddenly leaned over, his warm breath blowing towards her earlobe, his palm with thin calluses forcefully clasped her slender waist, and he squeezed her tightly into his arms.
The burning temperature continued to come from the back, and at the same time, there was a restrained laugh. Shen Nanqing reacted immediately, broke free from the other's arms, turned around and said coquettishly: "You are playing..."
The room was silent, darkness enveloping the two of them like thick honey, leaving only the sound of churning water mixed with disordered breathing.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
Shen Nanqing's hands began to become dishonest. Song Huaiwen's throat felt dry, and his Adam's apple in the darkness rolled wildly. He turned over and imprisoned the man, restraining himself and said, "No..."
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