Does Qingyun like me kissing here?
Jiang Mingxue quickly put her dress back on and turned to ask him, "What are you doing in here?"
The man's gaze fell on her skin, which was hastily hidden beneath her long skirt, and his dark pupils darkened.
She locked the bathroom door behind her and slowly walked in: "I have sand on me too, I need to take a shower."
Jiang Mingxue took a step back defensively: "Can't you wait for me to finish washing first?"
“Such a big bathtub, it’s a waste for one person to take a bath.” Rong Chengzhou ignored him and raised his hand to start unbuttoning his shirt.
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
I watched as he unbuttoned each button, revealing the outline of his chest muscles, which were lighter than bronze, and then his clearly defined eight-pack abs.
A blush gradually rose on her cheeks, and her eyes couldn't help but follow the man's hands with their distinct knuckles.
Before long, Rong Chengzhou unbuttoned all his shirt, took it off and threw it on the shelf, then walked towards her step by step.
Jiang Mingxue's eyes darted around aimlessly. As he approached, she retreated step by step until her back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to go.
She was small in stature, completely shrouded in darkness by the man.
Rong Chengzhou took her hand and placed it on his chest and abdomen, his deep, husky voice tinged with a hint of laughter: "We're husband and wife now, you can look if you want."
Jiang Mingxue's face turned even redder. She pretended to be calm, pulled her hand away, turned her face to the side, and coughed lightly: "I didn't."
"Is that so?" the man asked in a low voice, then used one hand to pull aside the strap of her beach dress, revealing her smooth and rounded shoulders.
His prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was unusually hoarse: "I want to see you."
The zipper at the back was open. With a slight tug, the collar fell below the bust line, hanging in the middle, revealing an even whiter and more lustrous surface.
Jiang Mingxue hurriedly raised her hand to cover her chest: "Rong Chengzhou, it's daytime now."
The warm water from the showerhead gradually flowed down from above. The man grasped her waist, lifted her up with one hand, and suspended her against the white tile wall. His burning lips then pressed down: "It's not like we haven't done it during the day."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
After sucking and lingering for a long time, and then gently biting with his teeth, Jiang Mingxue grabbed his shoulders and couldn't help but gasp.
He bit her again: "Rong Chengzhou, are you a dog?"
The man chuckled softly: "Don't you like it here? Then I'll go somewhere else."
Then, hot lips traveled over all the sensitive parts of her body.
The bathroom was filled with the gentle flow of water and steam, and after a long, tender moment, they finally moved to the bed.
His head was lowered, his thin lips glistening slightly, and his breath seemed to be branded with a hot iron: "Peipei, do you like it here?"
Jiang Mingxue ran her slender fingers through the man's damp hair, her body unconsciously arching, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from her tightly clenched lips: "Rong...Cheng...Zhou."
The man didn't look up, but gave a vague "hmm".
"Rong Chengzhou..." she called out again, her eyes filled with seductive charm.
When Jiang Mingxue was moved, she didn't know how to express it, so she liked to call his name, and the last syllable of her voice would fall slightly downwards. Her already gentle voice trembled unconsciously, making people's bones feel weak.
Coincidentally, Rong Chengzhou loved hearing her call him at this moment; it sounded better than any affected moan.
It wasn't her usual calm, rational, or even somewhat aloof tone, but rather, in this enchanting setting where only the two of them were present, she called out to him in a soft, gentle voice that only he could hear.
Only at this moment could he truly feel the overwhelming and uncontrollable love she felt in her out-of-control state.
It's not just physiological.
Jiang Mingxue had no idea that his thoughts could be elevated in such an ambiguous and shameful setting; all she knew was that the place where Rong Chengzhou kissed her was completely unbearable. Before this, she had never imagined that he would love her in this way.
The sheets in the upscale ocean-view room were soaked with water droplets from their showers, clinging to their bodies and feeling damp, but not cold. Instead, they felt like a cooling waterbed, swaying gently and carrying their passionate love.
From noon until 2 pm, Jiang Mingxue not only failed to get any sleep, but also became so thirsty that her mouth became dry.
She sat on his lap, her hands clinging to his shoulders. Her once damp hair was now half-dry from the heat, hanging loosely at her waist. "Rong Chengzhou, our reserved jet ski starts at 2:30. If we don't go now, we won't be able to get on..."
The man lowered his eyes and kissed her collarbone earnestly, then replied, "Sit on the bed."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Aside from occasionally uttering a few words to appease her, he didn't say much all afternoon, but he was never quiet.
They either kiss the lips or the nose, or they kiss the top or the bottom.
Master Rong is truly a diligent strawberry grower.
In his spare time, he would even take a bottle of mineral water from the table and feed it to her.
Of course, he fed him with his mouth.
In the end, they stayed at the hotel for the entire afternoon, and Rong Chengzhou took her to shower again in the evening.
Of course, we couldn't ride the jet skis; the tickets we booked in advance had expired.
Jiang Mingxue nestled weakly in his arms, complaining, "All the money was wasted."
Rong Chengzhou gently stroked her hair and back, unconcerned: "It's alright, the hotel is more expensive than the jet ski."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
She turned her back to him, not wanting to talk to him: "You always have a point."
Rong Chengzhou chuckled, turned slightly to the side, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and pulled her into his embrace: "I'll take you out tonight."
Jiang Mingxue reluctantly agreed, "Alright then."
The lunch break, which was supposed to start at noon, was extended to 5 p.m., and the two of them slept until 6:30 p.m.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was dim, and Rong Chengzhou was still holding her from behind.
No need to set an alarm clock, no one to disturb them, outside the window is the azure sea where the sound of waves can be faintly heard, the room is quiet and dimly lit, with a faint chamomile aromatherapy scent, and the two of them sleeping in each other's arms.
There are no worries at this moment.
That's probably the meaning of a honeymoon.
Jiang Mingxue stretched comfortably, but Rong Chengzhou, who was always on standby 24/7, was a very light sleeper and was accidentally woken up.
Rong Chengzhou rarely slept for so long. He tightened his arms and asked in a hoarse voice, "Awake?"
Jiang Mingxue hummed in agreement: "I slept so comfortably."
Rong Chengzhou slightly raised the corner of his lips: "Turn around, I'll hug you."
Jiang Mingxue obediently turned around, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled her face and head in his arms.
His arms encircled her, his palms pressed against her back. The blanket and the warmth of his body enveloped her. Jiang Mingxue closed her eyes, inhaling the faint, pleasant scent of cedar on him. Even without saying or doing anything, she felt incredibly happy.
After cuddling together in the hotel for a while, the two got up to change their clothes and prepare to go out for dinner.
Rong Chengzhou changed his clothes quickly, walked to the bedside, and prepared to ring the bell to call the cleaning staff to come up and tidy the room.
Jiang Mingxue quickly pressed him down, her cheeks flushing red: "Let's call for help when we get outside."
With just one glance, Rong Chengzhou could guess that Jiang Mingxue was afraid of running into the cleaning lady.
He stood neatly dressed by the wall, his deep eyes glancing at her: "Mrs. Rong, we are a legally married couple, what are you shy about?"
Jiang Mingxue turned her face away, adding accusation, "Don't you know what kind of mess you made of the sheets and blankets?"
In the past, Rong Chengzhou would make the bed sheets at home, but when staying in a hotel, Jiang Mingxue could only let the housekeeper do it. She didn't want others to know such a private matter.
Rong Chengzhou followed her gaze, paused for a couple of seconds, and finally withdrew his hand in accordance with her wishes.
She wasn't very tired during those two afternoon sessions because Rong Chengzhou was kissing her for the first half, and she didn't have to do anything.
Only after leaving the hotel did Rong Chengzhou send a message to the hotel front desk, asking them to find someone to clean the room.
The island is small, and the dining areas are relatively concentrated, all within walking distance.
This is an underwater restaurant with a European-style decor that is over ten meters high. On both sides of the dining table are huge glass tanks displaying marine life such as small sharks, manta rays, octopuses, and jellyfish. There is also a romantic double mermaid performance in the center of the stage, accompanied by piano music to create a beautiful deep-sea scene.
People and creatures are enveloped in the azure sea, just like the restaurant's name suggests, as if one were immersed in a marine world.
Jiang Mingxue was dining at such a creative restaurant for the first time. From the moment she entered, she stared intently at the glass tanks on both sides of the room, responding to the beautiful mermaids in the water waving enthusiastically at her.
A few children were running around and jumping around the mermaid, and they were about to bump into Jiang Mingxue when Rong Chengzhou quickly pulled her aside.
He then frowned and looked at the mischievous four or five-year-old boy. His eyes were cold and sharp. Although he didn't make any big expressions, his tall and imposing figure and hard face exuded an aura of authority even without anger.
One second the little boy was all smiles, but the next second his bright smile vanished at a visible speed, and then he grimaced as if he was about to cry.
"Wow..." But after receiving the cold gaze from the man in front of her, she forcibly withdrew her smile, her little face contorted with pain, and said again, "Wow, sister is so pretty, and uncle... brother is so handsome too."
Then, he put his hands together at his sides, stood up straight, and obediently apologized: "Brother and sister, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run around and almost bumped into the pretty sister."
Rong Chengzhou didn't say a word the whole time, only giving a look.
Jiang Mingxue was dumbfounded, deeply impressed by Rong Chengzhou's ability to scare children.
The soldiers he's trained for the past decade haven't been idle; even the most mischievous monkey will turn into a docile kitten in his hands.
Seeing this, Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but feel sorry for the little boy in front of her. After all, she hadn't actually been hit, but the child was genuinely frightened and cried.
She bent down, gently gave him a few words of advice, told him that there were many people in the restaurant, and that he should stay with the adults and not run around, and then sent him home.
The little boy felt like he had been granted a pardon and thanked the gentle older sister repeatedly. He took small steps while stealing glances at the fierce older brother standing next to the gentle older sister.
I don't understand why such a gentle older sister would choose such a fierce older brother as her boyfriend.
But he dared not say it, and he even walked close to the wall.
As soon as she was out of Rong Chengzhou's sight, she ran towards their dining table while crying, as if her feet were greased.
The little boy's father, seeing his son crying so hard, assumed he had been bullied: "What happened, son? Who bullied you?"
The little boy's tears streamed down his face: "My older brother is so mean."
The little boy's father, fiercely protective of his son, hurriedly rolled up his sleeves: "Where is that man? Dad will go and teach him a lesson for you!"
The little boy sniffed, glanced at his father's short, thin frame (around 1.7 meters tall), and muttered:
"Don't go, Dad, you can't beat him."
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On the other side, Jiang Mingxue glanced at his expression and sighed, "It's a good thing you won't be home often in the future. If you were to take care of the kids, you could train two more obedient soldiers for the country."
Rong Chengzhou's brows gradually relaxed: "Am I that fierce?"
Jiang Mingxue nodded repeatedly: "There is one thing, I didn't dare to speak loudly when I first met you."
Rong Chengzhou led her by the hand to the reserved private room, and upon hearing her question, turned his head to glance at her: "Don't you dare to speak loudly?"
A meaningful laugh escaped his throat, tinged with sarcasm: "You came up here and asked me if I was getting married, and you were quite loud."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
Their past has been dug up.
She turned her head to look ahead and said seriously, "That's because I finally found someone who's sick and can't go home, so I had no choice."
Rong Chengzhou raised an eyebrow slightly, his deep, calm eyes pressing down on him: "Now, do you still think I'm crazy?"
Jiang Mingxue was speechless when she thought of this: "You have a different kind of illness."
Excessive indulgence and unfulfilled desires lead to a disease akin to that of a wolf or tiger.
The man chuckled softly, "Isn't that a perfect match for you?"
Jiang Mingxue was momentarily speechless; there was nothing wrong with what he said.
Although Rong Chengzhou was a bit over the top, he was able to control himself and had taken her to try various positions over the past two months, allowing her to appreciate the scenery at the top of the mountain, a feeling she had never experienced in her previous twenty-odd years.
Moreover, Rong Chengzhou would take care of her feelings throughout the process, always going all out with foreplay, and only proceeding gradually when she was ready.
That statement was indeed irrefutable. Jiang Mingxue's face flushed slightly, and she changed the subject: "Where is the private room you booked? Why haven't we arrived yet?"
Rong Chengzhou chuckled and looked away, then took her hand and led her inside.
Although it was called a private room, it wasn't sealed off very tightly, since the glass tanks on display were outside, and there was only a curtain separating the door from the outside.
Jiang Mingxue followed Rong Chengzhou into the private room, let go of his hand, and habitually sat on the outside to one side.
Rong Chengzhou stood next to her for a few seconds without moving. Jiang Mingxue looked up at him, thinking he wanted to take something. She glanced at the table and handed him the menu: "Is this what you want to see?"
Rong Chengzhou remained silent for several seconds, and finally said nothing before walking over and sitting down opposite him.
I didn't take the menu; I left it with Jiang Mingxue so she could order.
The underwater restaurant is most famous for its seafood, so Jiang Mingxue quickly ordered a few signature dishes and handed the menu to the waiter.
While waiting for the food, she got up and walked around the private room, admiring the deep-sea tropical fish separated by aquariums, and took out her phone to take a few more photos.
Dining at an underwater restaurant like this is almost like visiting a mini marine museum; it would be a shame not to take some photos.
While she was taking photos, Rong Chengzhou sat at the dining table waiting for her, but his eyes were always on her.
A young woman wearing a snow-white dress stood in front of a coral reef, with an orange clownfish framed on her phone screen.
The glass reflected her silhouette in profile, with a huge aquarium above her carrying a group of silver sardines, like a flowing galaxy drifting over her hair.
Rong Chengzhou stared at it for a few seconds, then took out his phone, took a picture of the scene, and saved it in his personal photo album.
She records the scenery, he records her.
Jiang Mingxue took many photos around the aquarium, and only turned off her phone and returned after the waiter brought out two or three dishes, still feeling unsatisfied.
Rong Chengzhou had already put on gloves, was holding small pliers in his hand, and had a plate of peeled, snow-white crab meat in front of him.
Jiang Mingxue knew that the peel was for her, so she consciously walked to her seat and reached across the table to take it, but Rong Chengzhou held her hand down.
Jiang Mingxue was confused: "Weren't they peeled for me?"
"It's for you." Rong Chengzhou moved his hand and placed the plate of crabs on the empty seat next to him, speaking calmly, "But you have to sit here and eat."
Jiang Mingxue blinked, then belatedly realized that Rong Chengzhou had been standing next to her for so long because he wanted to sit on the same side as her.
And, stubbornly insisting on saving face, he even tried to seduce her with crab meat.
What a scheming and manipulative man!
Jiang Mingxue was speechless for a long time before finally moving over for a plate of crab meat.
Luckily, her plate wasn't used, so we didn't need to change it.
No longer was there a cold, impersonal chair beside him. Rong Chengzhou finally smiled with satisfaction and placed the seafood sauce in front of her: "Eat up."
Trading a seat for a plate of crab meat is a good deal.
Jiang Mingxue lowered her head and ate with great satisfaction.
After dinner, the two of them strolled hand in hand through the island's market.
Rong Chengzhou wore a black windbreaker, almost blending into the night, while Jiang Mingxue wore a bright white dress. The two had such different tastes, yet they strolled through the bustling night market in perfect harmony.
The last time we went to a market together was four months ago in Haining. It wasn't even really a market visit; we were just friends who weren't very close and bumped into each other at the market.
Jiang Mingxue still finds it somewhat surreal when she thinks about it now. The man who kept his distance from her on the street just four months ago is now holding her hand and putting it in his pocket.
Noticing her head bowed in thought, Rong Chengzhou turned to her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Mingxue tilted her head, smiled, and shook her head: "It's nothing."
Dimples appeared at the corners of her lips, and her smile was so bright that it dazzled Rong Chengzhou.
His hand briefly loosened its grip in the large pocket, then intertwined with hers, tightening the hold slightly.
The wind chimes on the stall jingled in the sea breeze, and the moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows of their intertwined figures.
The island is sparsely populated, mostly inhabited by locals, and has few developed tourist attractions. However, the islanders are self-sufficient, and although the market is not crowded, it is very prosperous and lively.
An old woman in a floral shirt was tending her dessert stall. Steam rose from the ginger milk curd in the copper pot. Jiang Mingxue glanced at it out of curiosity, and Rong Chengzhou went up and bought a bowl.
Ginger milk curd is a specialty of southern China, a nourishing and warming dessert, especially suitable for women with cold constitutions. Jiang Mingxue had heard of it before, but had never had the chance to try it.
The freshly made ginger milk curd is still steaming with wisps of white heat. The first taste is a blend of the slight spiciness of ginger and the aroma of milk, creating a rich and unique flavor that is far from a monotonous dessert.
Jiang Mingxue held the bowl and savored several mouthfuls. Suddenly, she thought of Rong Chengzhou beside her and turned to ask him, "Would you like to try some?"
Rong Chengzhou stopped in his tracks, glanced down at the dessert that looked like solidified yogurt, and frowned almost imperceptibly.
He doesn't really like desserts.
But he wouldn't refuse what Jiang Mingxue gave him.
He nodded slightly and said, "Mm."
Jiang Mingxue scooped up a spoonful more than usual and handed the spoon to him, saying, "Here you go."
Rong Chengzhou, with his hands in his pockets, didn't take it: "My hands are cold."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
When I held her hand just now, it was burning hot, like a fireball.
After they got together, she gradually discovered that Rong Chengzhou also had many childish little flaws. For example, he would get jealous if she looked at his comrades for too long, he was always arguing with the stinky bear, and he often asked her whether she preferred older or younger men.
For example, this time, he clearly wanted her to feed him, but he insisted on using the excuse that his hands were cold to avoid her.
Jiang Mingxue sighed helplessly, pulled him to stand under the yew tree by the roadside, and personally held the spoon to his mouth, coaxing him, "Ah—, good boy, open your mouth."
Her demeanor and actions were like coaxing a child with underdeveloped intelligence, and Rong Chengzhou felt insulted.
He frowned slightly before slowly opening his thin lips and eating the ginger milk curd that Jiang Mingxue had personally fed him, using the spoon she had used.
After he finished eating, Jiang Mingxue asked, "Would you like more?"
The man gently shook his head: "No."
He didn't quite like the taste of this dessert.
Jiang Mingxue finished the rest of the ginger milk curd by herself. Rong Chengzhou took the empty packaging from her and held it in his hand until they passed the trash can and then threw it away.
The two walked and talked slowly, dawdling along the way, and it took them more than half an hour to visit more than a dozen stalls.
Passing by a stall selling cultural and creative products, the proprietress, quick-witted and outspoken, noticed the rings on the left ring fingers of the two men and enthusiastically greeted them: "Young man, why don't you and your wife buy a pair of couple bracelets? Our bracelets are all tested and certified, and the quality is excellent!"
Her use of "your wife" was spot on. Upon hearing this, Rong Chengzhou stopped in his tracks and asked Jiang Mingxue, "Want to take a look?"
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Sure."
She stood in the bracelet section and immediately spotted a pair of black and white hand-woven bracelets with simple silver pendants in the center, which matched their outfits perfectly: "Let's take this pair, what do you think?"
Rong Chengzhou followed her gaze to the white string of pearls: "Not bad, quite pretty."
As long as the bracelet Jiang Mingxue is wearing looks good, that's fine.
Jiang Mingxue: "Then let's buy this pair."
Rong Chengzhou nodded, paid the shopkeeper, and the two of them put the bracelets on each other's wrists on the spot.
Jiang Mingxue looked at the thin black woven rope bracelet on Rong Chengzhou's hand and couldn't help but laugh.
He exudes too much masculinity; these kinds of items that girls like to wear will definitely look out of place on his wrist, even if they are men's styles.
"Wait a minute." She took out her phone, placed her left hand on the back of his left hand, revealing two pairs of rings and bracelets, and then took a picture of their intertwined hands.
Just as she was about to put her phone away, Rong Chengzhou suddenly called out to her, "Send me a copy of the photo."
Jiang Mingxue said "oh" and forwarded it to him.
Rong Chengzhou long-pressed to save the post and shared it on his WeChat Moments.
Yu Feijie quickly liked and commented: 【Wow, such a blissful honeymoon! You even got matching bracelets!】
Rong Chengzhou saw the message fifteen minutes later and typed a reply in the comments section:
"It's not a couple's set, it's a set for husband and wife."
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Author's note: 100 RMB red envelope~
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