Chapter 1217 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 71
As the meal was brought into the bridal chamber, the Kongming lock in the young woman's hand was unlocked.
The auspicious time for lifting the veil had just arrived.
Xuanhe, holding the auspicious scales, strolled over to the girl.
Song Jinhuan held her breath nervously as slivers of light crept in.
Until the red veil was completely lifted.
She subconsciously looked up.
Xuanhe seemed to be burned by her gaze, and hurriedly turned his face away. But the next second, he remembered the misunderstanding the girl had made and quickly turned his face towards her.
He bowed deeply to the girl, his voice strained: "Mother...my wife, thank you for agreeing to marry me."
Song Jinhuan chuckled softly, soothingly saying, "Husband, relax~"
Xuanhe's pupils contracted. What sound in the world is like a seductive melody?
That was the wife calling out "Husband!" again and again!
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to my wife. Relax, relax."
"Should we remove the hair ornament?"
Song Jinhuan replied without hesitation, "Okay."
Her head was covered in ornaments, which made her neck extremely uncomfortable.
Xuanhe moved gently, removing all the ornaments from her head, and then led the people to the table.
They raised their glasses and intertwined their arms.
Xuanhe looked up and saw the girl swallow the nuptial wine, her Adam's apple bobbing as she did so.
At the same time, silently recite in your heart: Let us drink the nuptial wine together and grow old together.
With best wishes and hopes.
The man's tense nerves finally relaxed.
The process is finally over, and his wife is finally his!
Song Jinhuan was extremely hungry, and Xuanhe served him his meal, occasionally eating some himself.
Song Jinhuan put down her chopsticks, patted her belly contentedly, and said with a smile, "Happy~"
Xuanhe felt a warm glow in his heart, and with his ears turning red, he said expectantly, "My lady, it's getting late."
Song Jinhuan's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded gently.
Worried that she might be frightened, Xuanhe solemnly reassured her, "Don't worry, my wife, I've read many books..."
Song Jinhuan was embarrassed and quickly said, "I'm not scared, so don't be nervous."
Xuanhe lowered his head and pursed his lips. "Oh."
The woman didn't seem to believe him.
The candlelight flickered, and the shadows on the ground gradually drew closer.
The bed curtains were drawn, and the wedding clothes were thrown out one by one, piled up haphazardly.
Xuanhe's kiss lingered carefully between the girl's lips and teeth, seemingly calm but actually tormenting.
Sometimes, when he gets excited, he loses control, and whenever this happens, his soft sobs always bring some clarity back to his eyes.
Then, with a hint of flattery, he placed a kiss on her cheek and between her eyebrows.
The girl's fair and slender arms would occasionally peek out from under the bed curtains and then tightly grasp the tassels.
However, the ruthless aura that was gentle yet cunning always managed to seep out from Song Jinhuan's body, dissipating the strength in her hands.
The red tassels slipped through her fingers, unable to grasp even a single point of dependence.
Song Jinhuan was completely captivated by his gaze, the tassel in her hand transforming into the red bed sheet beneath her.
Finally, it transformed into a man's large hand, with ten fingers tightly clasped together.
As the wedding candles burned out, the sky began to lighten.
The girl's fingers were limp and she could no longer grasp anything; she had completely lost consciousness.
When the sun was high in the sky, Song Jinhuan slowly woke up.
"Awake?" A hoarse voice came from beside her, making Song Jinhuan's eyelids twitch.
Xuanhe helped her up solicitously. "Wife, are you hungry?"
I'll feed you!
Song Jinhuan was angry, but she didn't want to mess with the food, so she silently swallowed the food that was offered to her mouth, bite by bite.
Xuanhe looked at the food as if it were a rare treasure, and said with great delight, "My wife has a good appetite."
Song Jinhuan glanced at him.
It would be best if you were just praising her appetite.
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