Ningning and Pei Ji's wedding was scheduled for the spring of the following year.
In spring, the flowers are red and green, and the peach and plum trees are in full bloom. When the wind blows, pink and white flower rain falls. The gurgling water brings ripples of green waves, and the shadows of mountains, forests and pavilions are reflected in the water, making the whole garden full of charm.
Ningning didn't want to wear an overly complicated wedding dress, but Senior Sister Zheng, Qu Feiqing and Lin Qian insisted again and again. As if playing a miracle on Ningning, they took her to try on jewelry for a full six hours on the day before her wedding.
"Getting married is a big deal. Ningning is so pretty, she must dress up nicely."
Qu Feiqing finished her eyebrow makeup and tapped the tip of the girl's nose. "If you go out looking pretty, Pei Ji will definitely be happy."
Hearing Pei Ji's name, Ningning smiled shyly with her lips pursed.
She seldom wears makeup, but now that she has been carefully groomed, she looks more gentle and charming than usual.
Her black hair was tied up into a bun, towering and floating lightly. The emerald and gold hairpins with flower branches and the gold and jade hairpins with flowers complemented each other, like pearls in the clouds.
Above the almond-shaped eyes, the willow-shaped eyebrows were outlined with a cloud-like arc, the cheeks were painted with rouge and a thin layer of light powder, and the face was like a peach blossom. The color of her lips was a rich bright red, as if someone had picked a cardamom flower and gently placed it on the girl's lips.
At this time, Ningning smiled, her thin lips curved slightly, and her cheeks became even redder. Zheng Weiqi couldn't let go of her and wanted to hug her and knead her, but she was worried that her makeup would be ruined. She could only stare at her junior sister without blinking, sighing, "Ningning is so young, how come she's already married? Pei Ji is so lucky. If I were a man, I would definitely come to grab her marriage if she looked like this."
Qu Feiqing was disrespectful to her elders and whispered to her, "Ningning, don't be afraid. Even if you get married and feel bored in the future, you can come to my Niguan Island. I will teach you personally and guarantee that you will be as happy as bliss."
Lin Qian had already figured out the island owner's personality, so she was not surprised by his words. She immediately interrupted him and said, "Don't listen to them! Pei Ji is such a good kid. He lived and died for you. You two should get married and live happily together forever!"
——When they received the wedding invitation, not only did she go crazy, but all the elders who had been in front of the Xuan Mirror also went crazy.
No matter what, the young Taoist couple they are standing on must not be dismantled! If anyone tries to cause trouble, Lin Qian will definitely be the first to fight him with all her spirit beasts!
"The time is almost here."
Qu Feiqing snorted, "Go out."
Ningning nodded.
The wedding ceremonies of cultivators have never been particular about various red tape. Worshiping heaven and earth, entertaining guests and then sending the bride to the bridal chamber are all the steps in the wedding process.
Ningning was wearing a large and heavy dark red wedding dress and walked slowly. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw a tall shadow.
Pei Ji was also wearing red clothes and standing in front of the door waiting for her.
He was born sharp and handsome, and for the first time he wore a dark red robe, which made his skin pale and his lips red, and for no reason he showed a certain glamor that he would never have under normal circumstances.
The moment he saw her, the boy froze, his eyes filled with unconcealable amazement and tenderness.
Pei Ji stretched out his hand, and Ningning placed her palm on the back of his hand. The dreamlike ecstasy and trance in his heart surged endlessly, and it was not until this moment that he finally felt the reality of being alive.
This is not a dream.
Ningning really married him.
Hand in hand, they walked through the peach garden and green forest covered with raindrops of flowers, and arrived at the main hall where the banquet was held.
The two of them traveled extensively during the year and had already bought several houses, but due to the strong requests of Ying Tianxianzi and the elders, they finally held the wedding in Xuanxu.
There were many guests attending the wedding, and all the elders from various major sects were present. Many friends of the two were also present. Ningning was shy and was teased by everyone, and soon her ears turned red.
The grip in his hand tightened.
Pei Ji said in a low voice, "I'm here."
It's because he's around...that's why I feel even more embarrassed.
Ningning pursed her lips and looked up at him. As expected, although he spoke calmly, his ears were actually red.
If one person is embarrassed and shy, it is tantamount to being executed in public; but if there are two people blushing, at least she has a companion, which makes her feel a little relieved and even makes her want to smile.
During the banquet, Pei Ji led her in toasting everyone one by one.
"My dear disciple Pei Ji Ningning, your marriage makes me as happy as if it were my own wedding!"
Tian Xianzi was like an overjoyed old father, grinning from ear to ear with excitement. "It doesn't matter if I remain single for the rest of my life! Be happy! I'm a married man now!"
Zhenxiao Jianzun looked at him with great horror and pushed Tianxianzi aside. “Your master was so happy that he drank four barrels of daughter’s red wine by himself. He must be drunk now.”
He Xiaochen was giggling non-stop, burping and clapping his hands, "Get married, get married."
Ji Yun opened his eyes to show disdain, and stood on tiptoe to tap the forehead of the famous Liuming Mountain leader. "Ningning Pei Ji, ignore him. This guy drank four and a half barrels."
After he finished speaking, he shouted again, "Tianxianzi He Xiaochen is drunk, if anyone is looking for revenge, come quickly!"
"Why are these immortal sect elders so unruly?"
The beautiful woman walked forward with a smile. It was Meng Tingzhou whom she had met in Luan City.
Song Xianning beside her chuckled, her face looked much rosier than when she first met Ningning. "The Immortal Sect is like this, it is much happier than the aristocratic families."
"We were traveling in Chushan when we heard about your marriage, but we didn't have time to prepare expensive gifts."
Meng Tingzhou said, "I can only give you the novel items I have collected over the past year. I hope you don't mind."
As they were talking, they could hear the shouting and yelling of little girls not far away.
Also invited here was Lu Wanxing, whom they met in the desert. Lu Wanxing had been struggling in Tianhe since he was a child, and had developed a wanton and flamboyant temper. He happened to meet Qiao Yan from the Spirit Fox Clan here.
The two girls had similar interests and were of similar age. They hit it off right away during the banquet. Within an incense stick of time, they had tasted most of the sweet cakes at the banquet while chatting.
"There's nothing interesting in the desert. If you want to talk about beauty, you have to go to the south—"
Lu Wanxing swallowed the mung bean cake in his mouth and poked the little fox's arm, "Qiao Yan, the tail following you hasn't been shaken off yet."
Hearing the voice, Qiao Yan turned her head and saw the hesitant boy behind her.
"Qiao Yan."
He was startled by the stare, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he quickly said seriously, "You eat too much sweets, you will get cavities."
Qiao Yan folded her arms and looked up at him, "So?"
The fox ears on the boy's head moved slightly. "The rotten tooth will hurt."
"I love mine, it's none of your business!"
Qiao Yan was almost mad.
Yan Qing finally eliminated the evil spirit in her body and became her usual self, but she never expected that this guy was still as stupid as before.
He cares about this and that but never mentions that he likes her. He is so serious and solemn. He is obviously a fool.
"Master Yan Qing doesn't like sweet cakes?"
Lu Wanxing drank his wine and said leisurely, "What a pity. Qiao Yan left several pieces of her favorite snacks along the way and didn't eat them. She said she wanted to let her childhood sweetheart have a taste of them. Alas, I'm afraid she won't be able to taste them. It's really sad."
Yan Qing's ears shook violently again.
This is a symbol of happiness, and fox ears can never hide emotions. He blushed because of this action, and whispered, "I...I like it, just give it to me."
Qiao Yan raised her chin and said, "Why, aren't you afraid of having a toothache from eating too much sweets?"
"…I am not afraid of pain."
The young fox who had just recovered from a serious illness spoke softly, with a hint of shyness, and told her earnestly, "I just don't want to see you in pain."
Wow.
Lu Wanxing covered her mouth with a bitter face. Even before these two people had cavities, she already felt the pain in her teeth.
I wish all lovers in the world will eventually get cavities, may the gods bless them.
After careful recuperation, the fox clan has now recovered to a large extent. Qiao Yan's mother temporarily serves as the clan leader, and works with the elders to open the secret realm and expel the evil spirit. When the evil spirit gradually subsides, they can rebuild their home.
"Xiao Yan has told me the whole story. Thank you for risking your lives to help me."
The dignified and gentle woman smiled quietly, "I will never forget your life-saving grace. All the Spirit Fox tribe members have done their best to send a small gift. I hope you two will grow old together and live in harmony."
"We are relieved that everyone is safe and sound."
Ning Ning didn't know what she was thinking about. She caught a glimpse of two figures not far away and was curious, "Qiao Yan and Master Yan Qing——"
"Yan Qing is a reserved child. He wants to wait until he recovers before revealing his feelings to Xiao Yan."
Qin Niang smiled and said, "When that time comes, Miss Ningning will come to the Water Mirror Secret Realm again and she will definitely see a different scene from before."
"I've collected the money, I've collected the money!"
Over there, the elders of the Immortal Sect sat around a table. Lin Qian was very proud, with her neck cocked high. "Those who made the wrong bet on the wedding date of Pei Ji and Ning Ning, hand over the spirit stones!"
"hateful!"
Ji Yunkai was filled with shame. His chubby hands couldn't hold so many spirit stones, so they trembled. "How could I lose!"
The elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at him dimly and said, "Master Ji, you and Island Master Qu bet on the second day after the Dharma Assembly. How can you not lose?"
Every month and every day, I recall the Xuanxu brothers. Today, both of them are the leeks who have lost everything.
Qu Feiqing looked up at the sky, tears flashing in her eyes. "Isn't this because I have feelings for you and can't help myself?"
"I think we can take another gamble."
Zheng Weiqi chuckled, "For example, 'What will Pei Ji Ning Ning's child be named?'"
Meng Jue drank a sip of wine leisurely, with Qiu Baishuang sitting next to him.
The eldest brother was taken in by a painting-selling grandmother in Luancheng, and gradually became familiar with that large family. Later, even after he regained consciousness, he would often go to his grandmother's house.
This man has always been afraid of things, but this time he took the initiative to help Luancheng rebuild the slums and built a courtyard for homeless children.
Meng Jue was the first to answer, "Pei Qi'an."
"Pei Qi'an, Pei Qi'an, if you put them together, doesn't it mean 'paying money'?"
Su Qinghan glanced at him and said, "It would be better to call him Pei Ben'er, it's more down-to-earth."
Xu Ye shuddered when he heard this, fearing that his senior sister would name their child "Xu Xurusheng" or "Make a Wish".
"I, I, I! I figured it out!"
He Zhizhou raised his hand excitedly, "'Pei Gen' sounds so good!"
Thinking of the bacon pizza that everyone had eaten in the 21st century, He Zhizhou and the little white dragon beside him were both full of longing and exclaimed "Oh" at the same time.
Wen Hemian took a sip of the aged wine. As he was a little tipsy, he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Seeing this, he let out a long sigh and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
The atmosphere among the disciples is so harmonious. They are indeed the next generation. This world of cultivation will surely prosper.
After many days of recuperation, Elder Jiangxing's sea of consciousness finally recovered and his former spiritual power was restored. He couldn't hold his liquor, so after a while he got up and left the table, wanting to go to a quiet place to sober up.
Unexpectedly, I had not walked far when I reached the wall next to the peach orchard when I suddenly heard a male voice from the other side of the high wall.
It was the voice of the Young City Lord of Jialan, which was suppressed and inexplicably aggrieved. "You kept talking to Meng Jue and ignored me."
There was a pause in the air.
Zheng Weiqi smiled and said in a teasing tone, "Why, is the Young City Lord jealous?"
"Eat-how could I be jealous!"
City Master Jiang Shao said viciously, "Woman, you angered me, I will punish you."
Wen Hemian thought he was so fierce and scary, like a ferocious beast, but Zheng Weiqi just remained silent for a moment.
Zheng Weiqi: “Oh.”
The man sneered, his voice so hoarse that it almost sounded ambiguous, "You are destined... to be eaten by me."
As soon as this eye-poppingly awkward line was uttered, there was a dull sound and something slammed against the wall.
Immediately, the wall collapsed, and an even more violent sound was heard—
Ever since the storybooks became popular, too many disciples had leaned against the wall to confess or kiss each other. With their spiritual energy condensed, they couldn't help but fall down after being pushed by Jiang Si!
What did the wall do wrong? What did Wen Hemian do wrong?
When he raised his eyes, he saw the young city lord standing against the wall, biting the white flesh on Zheng Weiqi's cheek, with disbelief, shame, indignation and heartbreak on his face, staring into the eyes of the general elder who inexplicably appeared on the other side of the wall.
Wen Hemian cast a spell and slipped away with an expressionless face.
Zheng Weiqi...
Zheng Weiqi: "Is this what you mean by 'eat me'?"
Jiang Si held her face in his mouth, not daring to bite or move.
The hero in the storybook loves to say this sentence, and every time he says it, the heroine's face turns red with shame.
He had wanted to follow suit a long time ago, but every time this line was finished, it would be followed by a transition to the next day, leaving him confused and not knowing what was skipped in the middle.
Jiang Si thought about it and felt that it should be eating lips, commonly known as kissing.
But he felt embarrassed, and in a daze, he bit Zheng Weiqi's face without knowing why, and it really felt like he was eating a white jade ball.
The female cultivator who was nearby snorted and laughed.
Before he could react, Zheng Weiqi suddenly broke free. But she did not step away. Instead, she raised her head, grabbed his collar and pulled it down.
Her eyes were blazing, and Jiang Si was so confused that he couldn't say a single word of the lines he had prepared for her. He hesitated and blushed as he whispered, "What are you going to do? Even if you get my body, you can't get my heart - I'm a serious person!"
"Young City Lord, 'eat' doesn't mean that."
She raised her eyebrows and curled her lips, the corners of her mouth were as red as poison. "...If you have learned it well, I will teach you."
When Jiang Si was forced to lower his head and bend forward, his mind went blank.
The tip of the nose and the lips are filled with the scent of peach and wine.
After nightfall, the guests left and Ningning and Pei Ji returned to their room.
I didn't feel it before when I was with others, but now that they are the only ones left, I can't help but feel a bit of awkwardness.
Although they were inexperienced, they were not ignorant children after all, and they knew exactly what should happen next.
"you……"
"I……"
In the silence, two voices sounded at the same time. Pei Ji only needed to look at her to make his ears red. "You say."
"Our clothes—"
Ning Ning felt uneasy when being asked such a question directly, and her voice gradually became quieter. "Just... take it off?"
No, no, that's an idiotic question.
Ningning regretted her decision so much that she just wanted to swallow these words back into her stomach and then hit herself on the head.
Pei Ji was stunned when he heard this and stopped.
The tension in her eyes was obvious. He knew that Ningning was flustered and at a loss, so he replied in a deep voice, "I'll help you."
As if she had not expected this answer, the little girl opened her eyes wide in surprise, but her body sat obediently on the edge of the bed, took off the jewelry in her hair, kicked off her shoes and socks, and looked up at him.
This is a waiting posture.
As Pei Ji approached step by step, the sound of his footsteps seemed to hit her heart heavily.
The night was quiet and cold, and the young man's slender fingers fell on the front of his dress.
The wedding dress was dark red, with auspicious clouds surging, and his skin was a cold white that could not be ignored. Every movement was exceptionally clear.
After the purification resolution was completed, the red and white between the eyebrows and eyes disappeared silently.
She had washed carefully before the ceremony, and the banquet was filled with the scent of flowers and wine. Now, several sweet fragrances were intertwined with each other, against the lingering aroma in the house, making people dizzy and mesmerized.
Pei Ji's movements were clumsy, but fortunately he was patient enough.
When they first met, Ningning would never have imagined that this usually cold and indifferent young swordsman would one day bend over and use the hand holding the sword to help her take off her wedding dress bit by bit.
The dark red fell layer by layer, revealing the innermost layer of snow-white lining. Due to Pei Ji's previous actions, the front of the garment fell slightly.
One side of the thin bones was exposed in the candlelight, rising and falling quietly with her long breathing. The smooth and slender lines flow from the neck to the shoulders, and further down, you can see the curve under the white clothes.
His eyes seemed to have touched fire and he lowered his head hastily.
"I--"
Pei Ji's breathing suddenly became disordered. He suddenly retracted his hand and haphazardly pulled down his clothes. "I'll go first."
All the shyness and hesitation in Ningning's heart disappeared without a trace because of his action, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Come sit over here."
She had a teasing thought in mind, patted the bed beside her, and smiled at Pei Ji, "I'll help you."
These few simple words, like quietly growing vines, bound him in an instant, and he willingly followed her wishes and moved forward step by step.
The number of people sitting on the edge of the bed changed from one to two.
Wedding dresses were complicated and cumbersome. Ningning didn't know much about men's clothing to begin with, and now she was even more confused and frowned silently.
Pei Ji looked down at her movements, raised his hand for a while, covered the back of Ning Ning's hand, and guided her to untie it step by step. "Like this."
It was not until he spoke that he realized his voice had become extremely hoarse.
The clothes were taken off layer by layer, and Ningning's fingertips touched the thinnest inner garment.
Pei Ji lowered his long eyelashes, his face was calm, but the blush on his ears became more and more intense. He exerted force with his hands and continued to guide her downwards.
The inner garment was taken off, revealing a slender neck and broad shoulders.
It was not the first time that Ningning saw his upper body.
The sword cultivator's body is tall and strong, with tight muscles on his chest, abdomen and forearms, while Pei Ji himself has a thin figure. In contrast, his physique is just between that of a boy and a man, slender and handsome.
The flickering candlelight illuminated his old scars, which were deep and shallow, and looked like ravines.
He seemed to always be hurt since he was a child.
Ning Ning felt bitter in her heart, and she gently stroked the long scar on his chest with her fingertips, causing Pei Ji's breath to become disordered, and his voice became a little sad, "...It doesn't look good."
“Why doesn’t it look good?”
Her fingers slid upwards, passing over his protruding Adam's apple, and lifted his chin. As her thumb brushed across his side face, Pei Ji lowered his eyes and listened to her slowly say, "If my husband is not good-looking, who else in the world can be called 'beautiful'?"
The word "husband" was like a ball of fire, falling into his ears, burning hot. The warmth gathered from his ears and spread down to his whole body, making him uncontrollably anxious.
Ningning's right hand, which was gradually moving downward, was getting closer and closer to the heat wave.
Pei Ji subconsciously pressed the bed sheet tightly.
Ning Ning wanted to use more force but didn't dare to. She didn't know where to look, so she could only stare at her wrist. "Then, then I'll continue--"
The rest of the words were stuck in my throat.
His body was suddenly picked up and placed horizontally on the big red wedding quilt. Pei Ji stepped onto the bed and leaned down.
His long hair hung down softly, covering a large area of thick shadows. Ningning heard him say, "I'll do it."
In this kind of situation, it's impossible to really let a girl take the initiative.
The sword cultivator's fingers had distinct joints, and were covered with thick calluses and scars from years of sword practice. Where his fingertips passed through the delicate skin, a rough and tingling sensation arose out of nowhere.
The white shirt slid off as his fingertips rubbed against it.
The shell of a lychee was peeled off, revealing the white flesh inside. What came into view at first were round and white lines, as if coated with a pearly luster, and because of his unexpected movement, a few strands of pink appeared.
Cruising along the right hand, the lost traveler came to the rolling hills. The hill had a smooth curve like a full moon. Pei Ji didn't dare to use force and just moved down gently.
The moonlight is white, the candlelight is orange, and the two complement each other, leaving no room for any secrets to hide.
Ningning felt his gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she turned her head away.
Suddenly, a sword gesture flashed, and the sword wind blew out the flickering candlelight. In the sudden darkness, Pei Ji leaned over and kissed her.
His fingers were hot, and his lips were equally hot.
His thin lips rolled gently, his warm tongue tip touched the corners of her mouth, lips, tongue and oral cavity little by little, leaving only wet stains in her senses.
The kiss was meant to distract her.
When Ningning came to her senses, there was no longer any cover between them. Looking down, she could see a huge shadow rising up.
She was startled and almost raised her hands to cover her entire burning face.
"Ningning."
His black eyes were deep, and he seemed a little absent-minded. Under the white moonlight, Pei Ji's face was so red that it seemed to be bleeding.
But he still guided her clumsily, and said to her in a hoarse voice, "It will hurt."
Ningning was speechless and could only nod.
Then the hot black shadow gradually sank and quietly approached the hidden corner.
Ningning felt a little hot and numb.
Pei Ji walked forward silently. The petals growing in the canyon were stacked layer upon layer, soaked by the mist. The external force was extremely gentle and quietly penetrated into the flowers, causing the branches and leaves to tremble slightly.
A drop of dew fell from the pistil, and then the wind and rain came violently, bringing down more fragrant raindrops.
Ningning held her breath and concentrated, trying not to let herself make a low cry.
The spring tide in the canyon at midnight brought rain, the wind blew over the water, and a rippling boat was brought to the secluded path.
The canyon is extremely deep and narrow, with cliffs on both sides stacked up thousands of times, revealing dark and moist patterns, and a rich dark color below.
The spring water is rising, the evening wind is blowing violently, the boat is moving slowly forward in the darkness, going deeper and deeper.
There was an undercurrent beneath the boat, the sound of water gurgling, and the sound was also gurgling where the two met.
The wind blew open the window, and the crescent moon outside the window was curved, and the girl's white toes were also curved.
Ningning didn't even have the strength to speak, and only a low breath came out from her half-open thin lips.
It is this timid tone that is like scattered pollen in the quiet spring night, sweet and sticky, seeping slowly into every limb and body, and is the most itchy.
Pei Ji's pupils were dark, and he looked down at her quietly.
His messy black hair stuck to his thin and pale cheeks, like a water snake lurking in the dark. The pair of eyes that were so close to her seemed a little distracted, like a swamp covered with a layer of mist, about to swallow her up completely.
His eyes seemed to be filled with heat, making Ningning's heart beat like a drum, and she felt the heat rising up. Moreover, they were also -
She couldn't think any further and was struck again, causing her to gasp.
"... Pei Ji."
She raised her hand as she inhaled, hiding her embarrassed expression. "Don't... look at me."
But he didn't listen to her words, still staring at her, and said in amazement, "Can you call me by my name more often?"
The voice was hoarse and weak, yet childish and sincere, with a yearning like a kitten begging for a hug from its owner.
How could Ning Ning refuse? Her heart softened and she called him "Pei Ji" with a trembling voice.
Pei Ji seemed to smile and kissed her neck, "Hmm."
The neck was stained light pink, with dark blue blood vessels faintly visible. His lips bit the white flesh, outlining the blue-gray veins and bones in turn.
Ningning's mind was completely blank.
The wind and rain came with great force, and the heavy rain almost swallowed the ship, but the ship, standing upright like a sword, moved forward slowly against the wind.
The sweet chirping of orioles on both sides of the river rises up, hidden in the fragrant night. The sounds are light and rapid, and the sounds hit the water surface, causing ripples.
Ning Ning's voice was broken into several fragments. She bit her lower lip from time to time, took a deep breath and called him "Pei..."
A wave hit, and the oriole was knocked down by the wind and rain, emitting a deathly wail.
The young man who was so close to her stopped and heard her cry like a little animal, and she weakly said his name "... Pei Ji."
These sounds made his heart melt.
"Does it hurt?"
He kissed her clumsily, his tone was obviously full of pity and panic, and he wanted to retreat, "I——"
However, before I could move, a pair of soft hands covered my back.
Ningning groped and touched him in the darkness, pressing her palm subconsciously to stop him from retreating.
Pei Ji's body was very hot, like a taut branding iron.
She was almost dying of embarrassment, but she had to blush and shake her head, telling him in a trembling voice, "... continue."
In the quiet spring night, Pei Ji's body temperature suddenly rose.
It was so hot that it seemed to melt his pupils.
A few scattered apricot blossoms floated in outside the window, and the boat received the consent and continued to move forward.
The waves became more and more violent, the canyon became narrower and narrower, and the boat was intermittently blown back by the wind, swaying slowly and swaying in the waves. After a brief pause, it suddenly broke through the wind and moved forward.
The sound of flowing water was heard everywhere, and the spring night was filled with the fishy smell of river water. The orioles could not withstand such severe wind and waves, and they began to sing weakly again.
The spring night was filled with smoke, and in the curling mist, shadowy figures were entangled.
"Ningning."
Pei Ji was calling her name again, his voice unusually hoarse.
The thin lips brushed across the neck, and the force gradually increased, like intimacy, but also like plunder.
Ningning heard him murmur "I like you."
In this matter, Pei Ji always acted like a child, as if he could never explain it enough and would rather tell her once a day.
Hearing it now, it made her ears numb and her whole body feel hot.
"I am...very happy to marry you."
The boat cruised past the reflection of the clear moon in the sky. The boatman looked down at the full moon and saw the water shaking and creating light ripples.
Pei Ji raised his eyes to look at her, his face flushed with a clear blush, and his throat moved slightly, "Is it okay?"
Ningning turned her head away from him and nodded very slightly.
After a brief pause, the boatman leaned over, lowered his eyes, and kissed the shadow of the moon in the water.
The moon's shadow was round and clear, and when it was lightly touched, it swayed away along with the water flow. The river water was surprisingly warm and soft, and seemed to contain endless whirlpools that were about to swallow him up.
The boat moved again, and the tide suddenly receded, making way for it.
The water flowing in the valley has always been slow, and has never experienced this kind of movement. It was panic-stricken for a moment, and was hit by the surging waves inside and outside, leaving it with no way to hide.
"you……"
Ningning was so embarrassed that she whispered, "Where did you learn this..."
She ran out of energy halfway through her sentence and suddenly bit her lower lip.
"The storybook says—"
Pei Ji took a deep breath, his eyes unexpectedly obedient and gentle. "The book says this will make you feel less uncomfortable."
Ningning had seen Pei Ji in many different ways: cold, fierce, smiling with pursed lips, shy and blushing, but she had never seen him like this.
Her eyes were misty, as if filled with honey. The red blush at the corners of her eyes spread to the entire eye sockets. Even her back was shaking. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to look into her eyes.
He pursed his lips, then hesitated and said, "Did I do something wrong?"
Pei Ji had never had such an experience before. Shortly before his marriage, several of his senior brothers and sisters had shown him some storybooks and picture albums.
He studied very hard and didn't want to make her suffer because of him.
However, as soon as he saw Ningning, all the words and pictures in his mind disappeared, and all his actions were based on instinct.
There was still heat in her chest, and Ningning didn't even dare to breathe hard. She just wanted to knock him on the head and say "stupid".
No matter when, Pei Ji would always ask her blushing questions in a serious manner.
Did she have to reply casually, "You did a good job, I like it" in order to comfort him?
Ning Ning...
Ning Ning: "It's OK, it's pretty good."
She was really ashamed to death to admit such a thing in person.
Then the long kiss fell again, the full moon swayed, and was branded with red marks.
White waves were flying above the canyon, and the moon shadow was broken into a few trembling white pieces. After continuous advance and retreat, the boat finally reached the deepest part.
Pei Ji's muscles were so tense that he was trembling, and he felt as if his bones were burning on fire.
Such scenes used to only appear in his dreams that he could hardly talk about.
The girl he had been thinking about was willing to accept him. In the rich dark red all around, Ningning felt delighted by his kiss. Her black hair was disheveled, and her pupils were dark and bright, like the tide rising in the moonlight.
She was incredibly soft, reminding Pei Ji of the clouds leisurely floating in the spring, which would soften and melt at the touch, embracing all his hot and sharp edges.
The moonlight is silent, and all kinds of muffled sounds blend into each other.
The girl's long hair cascaded down, being pressed under the surging red waves. The sword cultivator's broad back cast a dark shadow. Pei Ji awkwardly called her "... Madam."
He loved this name so much that he lowered his eyes and smiled softly, with a faint light reflected in his eyes. In between kisses, he kept whispering "I like you."
The heat waves keep coming. The strange, surging feeling invaded her again and again, and the night wind blew in front of her, bringing a completely different feeling of coldness.
The heat and the cold intersected with each other, and the wind in the canyon suddenly grew stronger. In the bright moonlight, huge waves and rough water finally emerged.
The boat was completely swallowed up by the waves. Pei Ji's back stiffened and his cheeks became more red.
He spoke almost helplessly, "Ningning, I..."
Ningning covered her face with her hands.
The magpie couldn't bear the scorching heat, and even its feathers were trembling slightly.
By midnight, all sound had ceased.
The wind and rain in the canyon had just stopped, and the boat had left. Pei Ji lowered his eyes to look at the quiet and secluded forest stained with red.
He was extremely ashamed and felt even more guilty. He stretched out his hand like a madman, wanting to clean away all the filth.
Ningning noticed his movements and endured the pain to avoid him, "...Don't."
Pei Ji then raised his long eyelashes and looked at the little girl with disordered breathing.
The bed was a deep red, but she was a flawless white. The black hair falls down, and if you look closely, you can see shocking red marks beneath the winding black hair.
Pei Ji's eyes flickered slightly, he lay down carefully and covered her with the wedding quilt.
Ningning's face was redder than the marks. She moved slightly and threw her body into his arms.
The soft and gentle touch can make him lose his temper in just a moment.
The indescribable fire still lingered in his heart. He was filled with love and longed to vent it, but he was holding it in and couldn't vent it.
Pei Ji saw Ning Ning’s frowning brows and felt reluctant to let her suffer.
She must have felt the burning fire, for she looked up at him inquiringly.
Those eyes were clearly like water, but they made the flames burn hotter.
"……It doesn't matter."
His voice was too hoarse. "Don't be afraid. It will be soon--"
Pei Ji's remaining words were not uttered before they all turned into a muffled groan.
Ningning suddenly kissed his Adam's apple, and at the same time, she leaned forward and explored with her legs.
The aftermath of the wave has not yet receded, and all of my senses are incredibly sharp.
Her touch was only light, but it lingered. Pei Ji couldn't stop trembling, and the mist in his black eyes became thicker. He said in panic, "Ningning."
"You don't have to worry about me."
She bit the bone gently with her teeth, and her voice was like a cat whispering, "I'm not afraid, nor... I'm uncomfortable."
She always indulges him like this.
There is no one in this world who can treat him better than the girl in his arms.
Pei Ji couldn't help but love her deeply.
"Not tonight."
His rough, slender hands stroked her back. Pei Ji greedily took in the sweet and warm scent of gardenia in the air, and said with a smile, "Ningning, there is a long way to go."
There is ample time.
In the future, they will have a lot of time that belongs to just the two of them.
The heat from Pei Ji's body spread to her face, and Ningning responded with a muffled "hmm".
The spring night is silent, the wind is calm and the water is still.
Ningning closed her eyes in his arms and said to him tiredly, "Good night... Pei Ji."
The forehead was kissed.
This kiss was without any desire, just like a shy spring rain. Pei Ji's voice was wrapped in the evening breeze, and he told her with infinite attachment, "Ningning, good night."
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