The temperature in the hall continued to rise, and the wax from the dragon and phoenix wedding candles silently slid down, dripping onto the ground with a subtle "click". The candle flame, which had been burning steadily, now became agitated and restless, the flames darting and reflecting the increasingly intense movements of the two people. In addition to ambergris, the air was also filled with the scent of lust, which made people blush. Chen Xiaoru clung to Xuanyuan Che, her fingertips scratching several red marks on his back, panting, but unable to resist. The veins on Xuanyuan Che's forehead bulged, and sweat dripped onto her, mixing with his tears and soaking the sheets.
After the lovemaking subsided, Chen Xiaoru collapsed limply on the bed, her black hair drenched in sweat and sticking to her cheeks. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she couldn't even lift a finger. The soreness in her waist and the dull pain between her legs silently betrayed the intensity of the moment. She tilted her head slightly, avoiding the dancing flames of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles. Her long eyelashes trembled feebly like the wings of a frightened butterfly. She wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep, to forget the consuming bliss and exhaustion.
Xuanyuan Che panted softly, his chest heaving violently as he tried to calm the surging heat within him. He pulled himself up, looking at Chen Xiaoru's exhausted form, a wave of pity welling up in his heart. He reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, then carefully wiped the sweat off her body with a warm, wet handkerchief. The warm water slid over her skin, removing the stickiness and slightly easing Chen Xiaoru's aches and pains. His movements were gentle, his eyes focused, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
He carefully lifted her up, letting her snuggle in his arms, and covered her with a quilt. Chen Xiaoru unconsciously shrank into his arms, seeking warmth and support. Xuanyuan Che lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head, whispering in her ear, "Xiaoru, thank you for your hard work." His voice was hoarse, lazily after the passing of passion, and with a subtle hint of tenderness.
He tidied the bed and extinguished most of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles in the hall, leaving only one at the bedside, emitting a soft glow. The light dimmed, and the scent of ambergris in the air faded, leaving only the faint scent of sweat and lust from the two of them.
After everything was packed up, Xuanyuan Che returned to bed and pulled Chen Xiaoru into his arms. He held her tightly, feeling her soft body and even breathing. Her skin was delicate and smooth to the touch, like the finest silk. His heart softened, and a sense of contentment welled up inside him.
As the night deepened, the ticking of the night watch could be heard from outside the hall, crisp and regular. The flame of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles flickered a few times before finally settling, emitting a faint glow. Xuanyuan Che closed his eyes, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair and listening to her steady breathing. A mixture of fatigue and satisfaction mingled, and sleepiness gradually set in. He tightened his arms, holding her tighter, and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoru, go to sleep."
The two slept in each other's arms and spent their wedding night.
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