Chapter 203: Wedding Consummation
Jiang Fei didn't say anything, but looked at him with her wet eyes.
Pei Jing looked at her like this for a while, and when the restlessness in his heart subsided, he turned over and lay back down beside her, pulling the quilt over her and wrapping her tightly.
"Go to sleep." Pei Jing said in a deep voice, turning sideways with his back to her.
I thought this would calm her down, but after just a moment of silence, I heard a rustling sound behind me.
Coming again?
Before the hand could touch his back, Pei Jing reached back and accurately grasped the hand that was about to climb onto her body.
It was not the soft warmth as expected, but rather icy cold.
Pei Jing was stunned. "Why is it so cold?"
"Of course not." Jiang Fei snorted, "I've told you several times that I'm cold, but you don't believe me."
Pei Jing's face suddenly became hot and his ears gradually turned red.
She said she was cold from the beginning, but it was because his mind was full of distracting thoughts and his body was hot. He was also a martial artist, so he was naturally more resistant to the cold than others. He never thought that she was really cold.
And he actually took her words as a pretext to tease her, and even...
Thinking back on that kiss just now, it seems a bit hot on my lips.
Pei Jing coughed unnaturally and lifted the quilt from his body, "Come in."
Jiang Fei quickly got into his quilt, and a cool breeze came over her. Pei Jing sighed silently and simply reached out to pull her into his arms.
As soon as Jiang Fei was held in his arms, she sighed comfortably.
"Are you still angry?" Jiang Fei looked up at him.
Pei Jing lowered his eyes and glanced at her, squeezing out the word "no" from his throat, but his tone was still a little stiff.
He looked at her and blinked his eyelashes, not knowing what she was thinking, but afraid that she was thinking too much.
"I'm not angry with you." Pei Jing whispered, "I'm not angry anymore."
No one taught him how to express his emotions since he was a child. The indescribable emotions surged in his chest, like the panic he felt when he was locked in the woodshed by his nanny as a child, or the suffocation he felt when he was pressed into the mud by several princes.
No one taught him what it would feel like to be afraid after worrying, so he could only deal with it based on instinct.
Just like the countless times I was bullied as a child, I wrapped all my soft and fragile emotions in a hard shell.
In the end, it could only turn into a tighter hug and a harsh, "Don't scare me anymore."
He didn't say "this king", but "I", taking off that shell, revealing a little softness and vulnerability that he had never shown to others.
Jiang Fei's heart suddenly felt sore and collapsed in an instant.
I thought a lot about the plan, but I forgot to take Pei Jing's reaction into account. I thought I would pretend to be kidnapped and then rescue him by the secret guards. By the time he knew, everything would have been done. But I still forgot.
Jiang Fei raised her hands and hugged him back, her fingertips touching the lines on his clothes, and comforted him, "I'm fine."
Pei Jing said nothing, but just tightened his arms.
The scene from that day was still flashing before his eyes. He was afraid that one day he would not be able to protect her.
Jiang Fei could feel the tense muscles in his arms, like a fully drawn bowstring, trying to protect her firmly under his wings.
"Never again." Jiang Fei said.
Pei Jing's fingers unconsciously stroked the top of her head and he gently kissed her hair.
This time it can be considered a blessing in disguise. Pei Jing's attitude has taken a big step forward. Why not add fuel to the fire and take advantage of this opportunity to win it in one fell swoop?
Thinking of this, Jiang Fei's eyes rolled and the candlelight flickered in her eyes.
"You said that in this world, who can tell which comes first, the accident or the surprise? If I hadn't met Zhao Xingbang today, I would have thought I would never see you again."
Pei Jing suddenly remembered his childhood in the dilapidated temple.
He remembered that it was a very cold day. She was wrapped in three layers of tattered clothes that she had picked up. She stood at the temple gate, grinning at him and saying that she was going to find something to eat and would be back soon.
Actually, she was not very good-looking at that time. She was in the process of changing her teeth, and when she smiled, there was a gap where a front tooth was missing.
He had a high fever and a dizzy head at the time, so he could only lie in the straw pile, responding vaguely and watching the thin figure push open the door and go into the wind and snow.
He thought it was just an ordinary separation, just like the previous ones, and that she would come back soon with some snacks, giving him half a frozen steamed bun or a few sour wild dates.
But that time, he waited for a long time.
From the time the sun sets to the time the moon reaches its zenith, he thought he would "come back soon", but in the end it turned out to be a long ten years.
It turns out that some separations are really just a prelude to “not seeing each other again”.
Pei Jing lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. The candlelight cast a faint shadow on his eyelashes. He was completely unaware that her words had caused him to experience the panic of half his life.
It seemed as if at this moment, he suddenly figured it out.
The so-called thoroughness and waiting become ridiculous self-binding in the face of loss.
He always wanted to give her the most secure future, to marry her in a formal ceremony, and let everyone in the capital watch her put on her wedding dress and marry into the palace.
But we forget that things in the world are unpredictable. If we hesitate even to enjoy the present moment, what if an accident happens one day, will we have to regret it for another ten years?
The stuffiness in my chest suddenly dissipated, leaving only a burning sense of certainty.
"Xiao Cui." Pei Jing called her name softly, his voice softer than ever before.
Jiang Fei's eyelashes trembled, and then he held the back of her neck.
This time, the kiss was without the restraint and temptation from before, but with a sense of cherishment that was lost and then found again.
From gentle rubbing to gradually deepening rolling, it seems as if to melt in this hot touch.
Jiang Fei felt weak all over after being kissed by him, and her fingertips clenched Pei Jing's clothes.
As their breaths mingled, she heard Pei Jing's hoarse voice whisper in her ear, "No more waiting."
He didn't say anything, but Jiang Fei understood.
"Are you going to escape?" he asked again. This was his last chance.
Jiang Fei didn't say whether to escape or not, she just hooked her arms around his neck and tilted her head up to him with a bit of eagerness and clumsiness.
Pei Jing held the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. His lips and tongue moved from her neck to her shoulders, and his fingers lifted her clothes and went in.
"Xiao Cui..." Pei Jing called out with a low gasp.
The room was filled with the sound of intertwined breathing and the two people's heartbeats, each one heavier than the last.
He quickly stripped off his own clothes and threw them out of the tent, but his hands were shaking violently as he opened her clothes.
The touch of his skin was so good that it was maddening. His cold body was warmed in his arms, and it was more delicate than the finest white jade.
Pei Jing leaned over and kissed him. His hot lips made Jiang Fei tremble all over, and his nails dug into his flesh.
This slight sting turned into a spark, instantly igniting the last bit of restraint in Pei Jing's eyes.
Pei Jing groaned and kissed her more eagerly, moving from her neck all the way down.
Jiang Fei felt weak all over, and raised her hand to touch his sweaty back, "Pei Jing..."
The voice was as soft as if soaked in honey. Pei Jing looked up at her and said, "Call me Songnian."
"Songnian——"
At the moment when the two of them were no longer apart, Pei Jing had only one thought in his mind: damn his father's waiting and consideration, this was the happiest thing in the world.
The wind outside the tent stopped, even the chirping of insects ceased, only the sounds inside the tent became clearer.
Suppressed low gasps, tiny moans, and the rustling of fabric rubbing against each other spread in the quiet night.
The candlelight gradually dimmed, leaving only a little ember flickering outside the tent, reflecting the two hearts that were finally completely close.
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