Chapter 142 Wedding Night
Xiao Yuan led her through the process step by step, giving her the illusion of returning to her wedding night in her previous life.
Xiao Yuan asked everyone to go down and claim their rewards, and the room became quiet again.
Next, it was time to bathe, change clothes, and have the wedding night. Shen An'an's heart was uncontrollably moved.
Even in their previous life, they were not frequent in sex. Now, after such a long time, she suddenly felt uncomfortable when she relived it.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yuan stood behind her, his hands on her thin waist, his palms hot.
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt something was unreal."
After many twists and turns, she finally returned to the starting point, giving her the illusion that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change her fate.
Xiao Yuan was silent for a moment, then slowly took her hand and pressed it against his slightly cold lips.
The touch on the back of her hand was so hot that Shen Anan immediately wanted to pull her hand back, but Xiao Yuan held it tightly.
"What's not true?"
He held her waist and turned her to face him. The surging emotions in his eyes slowly turned into a deep black as he stared at her beautiful little face illuminated by the red candle.
Shen Anan was almost immersed in his deep black eyes at this moment.
I couldn't tell whether this was a dream or the tragedy that happened in the previous life was a terrible nightmare.
He is the only one who is unreal!
Her nose suddenly felt sore, and she was afraid that the emotions she had suppressed so hard and the defenses she had built with great difficulty would collapse again, so she quickly looked away.
"It's late, I'm going to take off my makeup first." The phoenix crown on her head made her neck hurt, and the wedding dress was especially heavy.
She opened her mouth to call Mo Xiang in, but Xiao Yuan stopped her, "I'll help you."
"How can you do that?" Shen Anan smiled faintly and refused, but Xiao Yuan directly pressed her in front of the makeup table, "I'll go slower, I won't hurt you."
Shen Anan looked at his serious and impatient face through the bronze mirror, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.
He took off her hair accessories one by one. His big hands, which were covered with calluses, looked particularly funny when he was holding the thin hairpin. She couldn't help laughing, but when Xiao Yuan looked at her, she pursed her lips and pretended not to have laughed.
Xiao Yuan's hand reached for her waist without warning, and with a few flicks of his fingertips he opened her corset. Shen Anan immediately stood up from the chair.
"The wedding dress is too heavy. Let me help you change." Xiao Yuan said seriously.
Xiao Yuan casually wrapped the peacock-patterned Ruyi waistband inlaid with turquoise beads around his hands, revealing an indescribable charm. His eyebrows were clear and a smile was pressed at the corners of his lips.
Shen Anan was imprisoned by him in front of the dressing table. Without the waist belt to hold her up, her wedding dress slowly came apart, revealing her purple-red inner garment.
The perfect size fits her slim figure, and makes her small face look even more beautiful. Xiao Yuan slowly walked towards her.
Shen Anan subconsciously turned her head, her mind could no longer calm down.
"An An, have we ever been so close in our dreams?" He pinched her waist and pressed her against the dressing table.
"Yes, but it wasn't pretty." Shen Anan tried her best to keep her voice steady.
Her cold words did not stop him from getting closer to her. His cool lips pressed against her fair and slender neck without warning. Xiao Yuan's voice became unclear.
She didn't hear what he said.
The red candles flickered, the curtains on the bed fell down layer by layer, and the floating shadows swayed back and forth.
In the middle of the night, a small white and delicate arm slowly stretched out from the curtain, and was immediately grasped by a hand that stretched out, stretched open her fingers, clasped them tightly, and pulled back into the curtain.
Sweat wet her hair and stuck to Shen Anan's sweaty little face. Half of her face was buried in the soft pillow.
The indescribable pain in her body left her no time to think about anything else.
The joy of love and the pleasure of the boudoir are her duties as a wife.
She closed her eyes and felt as if she was immersed in warm water. She didn't know how long it had been before she was pulled out again. The sudden temperature difference made her shiver slightly, and she instinctively shrank back to a warmer place.
When the candle burned out, Xiao Yuan opened his deep eyes. He tilted his head to look at the quiet girl sleeping on his side, and gently touched the tip of her nose with his finger.
"Countless days and nights are opportunities for you and me."
No matter what kind of coincidence their marriage was, they finally became husband and wife!
He was aware of her resistance and opposition, but from the day of their wedding, he had never thought of being just a superficially loving couple with her.
When Shen Anan woke up the next day, Xiao Yuan was gone, and even the bedding was cold, probably because he had been up for a while.
She lay there with her eyes open for a long time without moving. Her body felt sore and painful as if something had run over it. The scenes of last night kept replaying in her mind.
She pursed her lips and rubbed her forehead gently with her hand.
It's not the first time, why is she being so pretentious?
Mo Xiang heard the noise and pushed the door open. "Miss, you are finally awake. Come on, I will help you get up. We still have to go to the palace to express our gratitude."
Shen Anan's chaotic mind slowly cleared up, and when Mo Xiang mentioned it, she suddenly remembered this matter, "Where is he?"
"My uncle got up a long time ago and was doing morning exercises in the yard. It was my uncle who didn't let me wake you up. It's getting late and I'm almost dying of anxiety."
Shen Anan immediately got up to wash and dress, while instructing Mo Xiang, "He is a prince, not an ordinary nobleman. You can't call him uncle-in-law. It will cause trouble for others if they hear it."
Mo Xiang curled her lips, "The Fourth Prince specifically told me to call you that."
Shen Anan raised her eyes and glanced at Mo Xiang, frowning without saying anything.
"Girl, which one do you want to wear?" Mo Xiang opened the door of the closet, which was filled with all kinds of dresses and cloaks.
She raised her lips and said, "These are all prepared by the uncle for the young lady."
Shen Anan pursed her lips slightly, and finally picked out a conventional dark red long skirt. On the second day of her wedding, she would meet the emperor again, so it would be appropriate to wear something festive.
The dress embroidered with magnolia patterns fit her curvy figure perfectly and was the perfect size for her, making her skin as white as jade and her extremely thin waist even more striking.
Xiao Yuan did not walk far, but practiced swordplay in the yard, his movements moving like a dragon and a snake. The thin brocade robe on his body did not seem like it was winter, and he seemed even more agile when dancing.
Shen Anan stood under the eaves and watched for a while, waiting for him to put away his sword before walking towards him.
"Why are you up so early?"
“…”
His forehead was covered with sweat, his brocade robe stuck to his strong and sturdy chest. He gazed at her tenderly, constantly recalling her memories of last night.
"It's almost noon now. Don't we have to go to the palace to express our gratitude?"
Xiao Yuan took the handkerchief handed over by Qing An and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "He is the king of a country, not a woman in the harem. He will not make you behave for such a small matter."
This is the truth, but it is also very easy for the emperor to find fault with her.
Xiao Yuan bathed and changed his clothes quickly, and came out not long after. However, he had a fox fur cloak in his hand.
It was fluffy and light when draped over the body, but it immediately blocked a lot of the cold. The thick fur surrounded Shen Anan's neck and rubbed against her face, feeling soft and comfortable like silk.
Such top-quality fox fur should not be bought. Shen Anan lowered his eyes and took a look, but did not ask any more questions.
The butler had already prepared the carriage and was waiting at the gate of the mansion. "Master, Princess, the frost on the road has not completely melted yet, please be careful."
"Yeah." Xiao Yuan turned around and stretched out his hand to Shen Anan.
All the servants at the gate of the mansion were watching this scene. Shen Anan smiled and put her hand in his palm, using it to get on the carriage.
The heater in the carriage had been burning for a while, and it was warm as soon as we entered.
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