The clamor, as loud as boiling water, gradually subsided under the night breeze.
Xiao Wujie was unwell and was the first to leave.
Lu Zhufeng followed closely behind, carrying Ai Ruoman to the bridal chamber.
The others made a fuss for a while longer, and the wedding, which was two years late, finally came to an end.
The night breeze was gentle and cool. Chu Wan carried Yunmo on her back and walked slowly towards her mountain dwelling.
In the midst of the commotion, Yunmo was teased by Lu Zhufeng for not being able to drink alcohol and was told he had to sit at the children's table. Unconvinced, he downed two glasses of red wine, leaving him feeling dizzy.
Chu Wan's hair fluttered in the wind as Yun Mo hooked his arm around her neck, resting his face on her shoulder, feeling ticklish from the tickling.
"Sister Wan, it smells so good."
He buried his puppy-dog face in Chu Wan's thick, long curly hair, his nose twitching, and he chuckled foolishly.
Chu Wan glanced sideways, the night light outlining the soft curves of her pretty face, pure as a flower, beautiful and captivating.
Perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, Yunmo did not avoid her gaze; instead, his eyes sparkled, and his expression became even more dreamy.
His already flushed face turned even redder, his small lips, tinged with the aroma of red wine, parted slightly as he leaned closer to Chu Wan's lips, whispering shyly:
"Sister Wan, I want... a kiss."
Chu Wan stopped walking, the orange light of the night lamp shining on her, her shadow kissing Yun Mo.
After a while, Chu Wan took another step. Yun Mo leaned on her shoulder, his face flushed red, and he was breathing heavily.
He watched videos and learned how, but why can't he get a kiss from his older sister?
Thinking this way, he asked the question. Chu Wan smiled and uttered two words: "Idiot."
The villa accommodations had been cleaned up in advance; each small house was decorated with wood, creating a warm and simple atmosphere.
After taking a shower, the effects of the alcohol subsided considerably, and Yunmo became more lucid.
He lay on the clean, soft blanket, his legs bent and swaying slowly.
His elbow was covered with delicate, small photos, all taken with his Polaroid camera that evening.
The sound of the door opening came from behind, and Chu Wan walked out of the bathroom wearing a white slip dress.
She stood barefoot on the mat, her hair slightly damp, a thin layer of moisture rising from her body. Her skin, moisturized by the bath, was as smooth and delicate as milk, gleaming faintly under the light.
Yunmo blushed without realizing it, and when Chu Wan cast her calm gaze at him, she instinctively looked away shyly.
Chu Wan stepped on the mat with her fair and delicate feet, then calmly and naturally walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and sat down.
She and Yunmo had been sleeping in the same bed for a long time, and she had completely gotten used to it, while Yunmo always seemed a little shy.
She had just sat down when Yunmo rolled over and snuggled into her arms.
Chu Wan put her arm around his shoulder and let him rub his face against her shoulder like a puppy returning to its kennel.
Yunmo rubbed against her for a while, then leaned against her lap, rummaged through the photos scattered on the bed, and handed them to her one by one.
"Sister Wan, look at this picture I took of you. Don't you look beautiful?"
"This is Lao Lu and Sister Man entering. I must say, Lao Lu does look presentable after tidying himself up."
"And this picture shows Brother Chu reading the wedding vows to them, with the teacher and Sister Qingyi standing not far away."
...
He did most of the talking, while Chu Wan just nodded and occasionally hummed softly, but her eyes were always fixed on Yun Mo's face.
"This one..."
Holding the corner of the photo in her small hand, Yunmo held it up in front of Chuwan, her voice suddenly becoming somewhat dazed.
In the photo, Lu Zhufeng, dressed in a suit, embraces Ai Ruoman, who is dressed in a flowing wedding gown, and they kiss passionately. Below, they cheer and applaud.
Yunmo's gaze wavered. In the photo, he was cheering, but looking at that scene, what uncontrollably surfaced in his mind was the image of Chu Wan in her wedding dress.
The teacher and his wife officiated their wedding. He wore a suit jacket and a wedding dress on their wedding night. In front of everyone, he embraced and kissed Lao Lu and Sister Man.
Once that image appeared, it lingered in his mind.
My heart was pounding so hard it couldn't calm down for a long time.
He and Chu Wan were both twenty-two years old, the age when they could get married and register their marriage.
As far as he knew, Chu Nanfeng and Leng Ruxue seemed to be discussing their wedding date with the elders of the Chu family.
Previously, she hadn't thought too much about this, but now, seeing the people around her about to get married one after another, Yunmo suddenly felt her heart stirring.
Chu Wan noticed he seemed a bit distracted and asked, "Sleepy? Want to go to sleep?"
Yunmo looked at her, a slight ripple in his eyes, and nodded.
The bright room lights were turned off, and the small bedside lamp cast a dim, yellowish light.
In the soft blankets, Yunmo wrapped his arms around Chuwan's waist, rested his head on her chin, and curled up in her arms with his small body, like a soft and fluffy pet.
He had seen his teacher being held by his teacher's wife while taking a nap on the balcony, and he liked lying in his teacher's wife's arms in that position the most.
After sleeping with Chu Wan, he tried it once and became hopelessly addicted.
He slept soundly and quickly every night, held in Chu Wan's arms, especially on his days off. When he opened his eyes, he could see Chu Wan's chin resting on his shoulder, her sleeping face peaceful and beautiful. The feeling of happiness filled his heart.
However, tonight, nestled in Chu Wan's arms, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Memories of being with Chu Wan flashed through my mind.
Their absurd first encounter in the frozen ghost realm, their gradual attraction amidst the mundane daily life, he followed Sister Wan like a little shadow, he shielded her from bullets, and she hugged and cared for him...
One thing after another, one event after another, although there were some thrilling moments, he and Sister Wan eventually got together. All those little moments, when recalled, are cloyingly sweet.
Before he knew it, he and Sister Wan had been together for three years.
In their relationship, he was talkative, while Chuwan was quiet; he was lively, while Chuwan was aloof; he was clingy, and Chuwan was clingy to him; he was shy, and Chuwan coaxed him.
It seemed that he was more proactive, and on the first night, she followed his lead.
But if you think about it carefully, their first time together, the gateway to a deeper bond, actually started from that first night.
The first hug.
First kiss.
The first time we shared a bed.
The first intimate contact.
His older sister was just quiet, but she had always been working with him to push their relationship toward a longer and more distant future.
His passivity and shyness are due to his nature, but other factors also play a role.
All passivity stems from a lack of self-confidence deep down.
He had a childlike face, a childlike height, and a pure yet timid personality.
Countless nights, even after he was with Chu Wan, he would secretly ask himself, "Am I really worthy of such a wonderful sister like Wan?"
But looking back at their slow-moving relationship, Sister Wan had already shown him everything through her actions.
Therefore, he wanted to take the initiative this time.
In bed, he stirred a few times, then looked up at Chu Wan, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her skirt.
"Sister Wan, I want to marry you."
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