Chapter 101 Wedding Night Plus Edition
The setting sun melted into gold, painting the entire Prince Yong's Mansion with a grand and solemn warm color.
Today's ceremony has already surpassed the specifications of the eldest princess Nangong Yue's wedding, becoming the most luxurious and grand wedding since the founding of Yan Kingdom.
Inside the palace, lights and decorations were everywhere, and red silk stretched out like a waterfall, stretching from the towering vermilion lacquer gate all the way to the main hall at the deepest part.
In the huge courtyard in front of the palace, the finest delicacies from the imperial kitchen were presented like flowing water, and the fine wine filled the golden cups and jade bowls.
The sounds of stringed instruments and wind instruments were melodious and graceful, and hundreds of palace maids and eunuchs stood on both sides, with their heads bowed and holding their breath, silently demonstrating the ultimate honor of the royal family and the tremendous power of Prince Yong.
The capital was filled with guests like clouds and dignitaries.
Royal nobles, important officials in the court, and high-ranking officials... all of them were of prominent status, but at this moment they all restrained their usual sharpness, with respectful and sincere smiles on their faces.
However, everyone's eyes were subconsciously and awe-inspiringly cast towards the main seat.
Sitting on the main seat were the current emperor Nangong Yu and the queen Dongfang Qiwu!
And slightly below the emperor and empress was the empress dowager, whose face was flushed and full of joy!
The Emperor, Empress, and Empress Dowager, the three most distinguished figures in the empire, actually attended the prince's wedding in person! This was not only a great honor for Prince Yong Nangong Yetian, but also a manifestation of their unparalleled love and attention for Princess Fuxing Dongfang Yuning.
In the center of the hall, at the end of the red carpet.
Nangong Ye was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress ordered by the prince, with a black base and gold-embroidered four-clawed dragons and auspicious cloud patterns. The jade belt was tightly tied around his waist, outlining his tall and straight figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist.
His black hair was tied up high with a red gold and jade crown, which made his already handsome face lose all its coldness. Under the brilliant lights in the hall, he looked like a god descending from heaven, handsome and noble.
His deep eyes, like two dark flames burning, were fixed on the equally dazzling red beside him.
Dongfang Yuning wore an extremely complex and gorgeous bright red wedding dress, embroidered with a pattern of birds paying homage to the phoenix in gold and silver threads. The hem of her skirt was winding and embellished with round, plump, and lustrous South China Sea pearls and tiny gems.
The nine-tailed phoenix crown on her head, made of red gold, kingfisher feathers and inlaid with rubies, with tassels hanging down and shining with pearls, almost covered most of her face, but it made the delicate and small jaw and red lips that were faintly visible under the veil more strikingly beautiful and noble.
“The auspicious time has arrived—!”
The high-pitched and long singing of the ceremonial officer pierced through the noise.
Under the breathless gaze of all the guests in the hall, in the kind and gratified eyes of the Emperor, the Empress and the Empress Dowager, and in the complex and indescribable (mostly bitter and reluctant) eyes of the Dongfang family's fathers and brothers, Nangong Ye and Dongfang Yuning stood side by side.
"Bow to Heaven and Earth—!"
The two turned around and bowed deeply towards the sky outside the hall. Their hearts were connected by red silk.
"Bow to your parents twice!"
Turning to the main seat, they bowed solemnly to the Emperor, Empress, and Empress Dowager. Nangong Yu nodded slightly, his eyes filled with the relief of a brother; Dongfang Qiwu's eyes were slightly red, expressing her sister's reluctance to leave and her blessing; the Empress Dowager was grinning from ear to ear.
"Husband and wife bow to each other—!"
The two stood facing each other. Through the thin red silk veil, Nangong Ye seemed to be able to feel the equally passionate and shy gaze beneath the veil. He leaned forward slightly, his movements filled with unprecedented piety and cherishment.
Dongfang Yuning also bowed gracefully, the tassels of her phoenix crown swaying gently, and the pearls and jade colliding with each other making a crisp sound, just like her heartbeat like a drum.
"The ceremony is over! Send them to the bridal chamber!!"
Deafening cheers and blessings instantly filled the entire hall! Gongs and drums roared, firecrackers blasted, and petals and confetti rained down.
Nangong Ye held one end of the red silk tightly, leading his bride, through the crowd amid countless envious and blessing gazes, step by step towards the wedding room that had already been decorated and symbolized the starting point of their future life.
Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly, and warm incense filled the air. Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, the tranquility here was like another world.
The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of Albizia julibrissin and a faint aroma of top-grade golden nanmu.
Nangong Ye personally led Dongfang Yuning to sit beside the bed covered with a thick red satin quilt.
He dismissed all the maids and servants, leaving only the two of them in the vast room. The soft glow of the red candles cast a hazy and ambiguous hue over everything.
He picked up the golden scale rod tied with red silk, and there was a barely perceptible tremor at his fingertips.
Taking a deep breath, with an almost sacred sense of ritual, he gently lifted the red veil that covered the treasure in his heart.
The veil slipped off.
Under the candlelight, a stunningly beautiful face unfolded before Nangong Ye's eyes without reservation. Beneath the meticulously painted eyebrows resembling distant mountains, were a pair of eyes, watery and clear like a fawn, yet filled with endless shyness. At this moment, they lifted their heads slightly, glanced at him quickly, and then quickly dropped, their long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
Beneath her straight nose were the cherry lips, delicate and juicy like petals, that he had imagined countless times in his dreams. The intricately embellished phoenix crown, jewels, and jade, set against her cascading black hair, made her skin appear even more whiter than snow, her allure unparalleled.
Nangong Ye's breathing stopped instantly, and his eyes suddenly turned dark, like the darkest deep sea, surging with raging waves that could swallow everything.
His Adam's apple rolled violently, and all his self-control collapsed at this moment.
His Ning'er, his bride, was so beautiful that he just wanted to rub her into his bones and blood immediately!
However, the noisy sound of clinking glasses outside could be heard faintly, reminding him that there was a group of guests who were "eyeing him hungrily", especially those difficult brothers-in-law and nephews, who were trying their best to get him drunk.
"Ning'er..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, filled with a strong desire that was hard to dissolve, but he was forcibly suppressing it. He leaned over and gave her a hot and cherished kiss, with unquestionable possessiveness, gently landing on her smooth forehead.
"There are guests outside, I have to go out and socialize for a while."
He held her little face in his hands, caressing her delicate cheeks lovingly with his thumb, his voice low and gentle,
"This phoenix crown is too heavy, and the wedding dress is too complicated. Let the maid come in and help you change so that you can wear something more comfortable. I have asked the kitchen to prepare some of your favorite snacks and bird's nest soup, which will be delivered soon. Eat well and don't starve, okay?"
He watched her nod obediently, her dependent and shy look almost holding him back. Finally, he steeled his heart and pecked her lips quickly once more before turning around and striding out of the bridal chamber with an irrepressible passion.
Before closing the door, his cold and icy voice was clearly heard, addressed to the trusted secret guards standing outside:
"Guard well! Protect every corner for me! Not even a fly is allowed to fly in and disturb me! Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"
The murderous aura was in stark contrast to the beauty in the bridal chamber at the moment.
The banquet in the front hall had already reached its climax. Clinking glasses and the sound of voices filled the air. Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian, the Fifth and Sixth Princes, the three Dongfang brothers, Shen Xiaoyun, and the others had indeed formed a powerful "drinking alliance" with a clear goal: to bring down the groom!
However, Nangong Ye had been prepared. Or rather, the emperor's brother-in-law Nangong Yu had already secretly arranged a "drinking-blocking group".
Several old princes from the royal family who were highly respected and had amazing drinking capacity, as well as several hidden eunuchs around the emperor, stood in front of Nangong Ye calmly and took most of the surging "waves of wine" for him.
Nangong Ye handled it with ease, with a decent smile on his face, but his eyes drifted towards the bridal chamber from time to time, and his eagerness almost broke through the ice.
He was socializing absentmindedly, just wanting to get rid of these troublesome guys as soon as possible.
"Uncle, have another drink! I wish you and my aunt a long and happy marriage, and a son soon!"
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian raised his glass again.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is thoughtful."
Nangong Ye raised his glass to signal, but his eyes swept over Chen Xiaoyun who was beside the prince. Chen Xiaoyun understood and immediately stepped forward, holding the prince's shoulders with a smile on his face.
"Your Highness, this cup will accompany you! The prince must stay sober for the bridal chamber!"
The firepower was cleverly diverted.
Dongfang Liezheng came over with a large bowl:
"Your Highness! Drink this bowl! From now on, I will treat my little sister..."
Before he could finish his words, an old prince interrupted him with a smile:
"General Dongfang, how heroic! I will accompany you! Your Majesty, please don't get really drunk today!"
He drank a bowl of it from Dongfang Liezheng without saying a word.
Nangong Ye watched this scene, his lips curled up slightly. His brother-in-law's arrangement was very satisfying to him. He patiently maneuvered for a while, and finally found an opening and bowed slightly to everyone:
"Please enjoy your meal, everyone. I will be leaving for a moment."
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the inner courtyard like a gust of wind, leaving behind a tacit laughter and blessings.
When Nangong Ye pushed open the door of the bridal chamber again with a faint smell of alcohol (mostly from contamination) and a stronger, refreshing scent that belonged to him, his heart was beating like a war drum!
The red candles are still there, and the warm fragrance is even stronger.
As expected, his little woman had obediently changed out of her heavy attire. She was now dressed in a soft, well-tailored crimson satin nightgown. Her long, dark hair was loosely tied back, adorned only with a simple, red-gold hairpin. She had removed her heavy makeup, revealing her naturally beautiful, delicate complexion.
She was sitting at the table, eating delicate snacks in small bites, her cheeks slightly puffed up, like a cute little squirrel stealing food.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her head, and her watery eyes looked over, with a hint of confusion and helplessness of being disturbed, and instantly stained with a strong sense of shame. Two red clouds appeared on her cheeks, and even her small earlobes turned an attractive pink.
This scene, with its innocent yet unconscious temptation, instantly ignited the volcano that had been suppressed for a long time in Nangong Ye's body!
He slammed the bolt shut with his backhand, his movements so swift that only a shadow remained. He walked towards her, each step soundless on the soft carpet, yet carrying a heart-pounding sense of oppression.
His deep eyes were like a wolf locking onto its prey, burning with undisguised, burning desire.
Dongfang Yuning felt flustered by his gaze and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he was faster and held his shoulders, and sat back on the stool.
"Ning'er, are you full?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and his hot breath brushed against her ear.
Dongfang Yuning nodded nervously, twisting the corners of his clothes with his little hands helplessly.
Nangong Ye's gaze passed her and fell on the huge golden nanmu carved gift box in the corner of the room, which was of astonishing size and exuded a noble fragrance!
That was a "generous gift" from the palace! A meaningful and aggressive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He let go of her and strode to the gift box. His slender fingers brushed across the intricate pattern of a phoenix and a crane singing in harmony on the lid. Then, he forcefully lifted the heavy lid!
Instantly, everything is dazzling!
Inside the box, there are thirty sets of "wedding uniforms" crafted by the Queen and the eldest princess with all their heart, made of luxurious materials, interwoven with gold and silver threads, embellished with tiny gems, with bold and unrestrained designs that challenge the limits, towering slits, and outrageously simple fabrics. They lie quietly on the bright yellow satin like the most magnificent treasures!
Each piece is breathtakingly beautiful and exudes fatal temptation!
Next to it, there are ten bottles of the royal exclusive upgraded version of "Double Blossoms·Blissful Worry-Free Cream Plus Pro Max". The pink and golden cream is translucent and juicy under the candlelight, and the rich and enchanting fragrance spreads in the air.
Nangong Ye's breath suddenly stopped! His eyes instantly became dark and deep, with a real flame dancing in the depths of his pupils.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes like the hottest iron, fixed tightly on the little woman at the table who was stunned, her face flushed red, and she wanted to curl herself up into a ball.
He picked up the red battle suit that was as blazing as flames, and picked up a jar of Worry-Free Ointment that exuded a deadly sweet fragrance. Step by step, with absolute control and a strong sense of danger, he walked towards Dongfang Yuning again.
"Ning'er~"
His voice was drawn out, magnetic and seductive, with an irresistible meaning. His eyes wandered over her body, as if he was picking the sweetest fruit.
"The night is short... Which one should we wear first? Hmm? This passionate red one? Or... the delicate pink one next to it? Or..."
His eyes swept over the box, hinting at something.
Dongfang Yuning looked at the undisguised wolf light in his eyes, and felt the pressure that was pressing her step by step. Her heart was beating so wildly that it almost burst out of her chest! The huge sense of crisis made her scalp numb!
118! 118! Help!
She screamed madly in her heart,
[I feel like I'm going to die here today! That look! That attitude! Is he going to tear me apart and eat me?! Give me some advice! Anything will do! An invisibility charm! Teleportation! Or even just making him fall asleep right now! ! !]
However, all she got in response was a piercing electrical noise in her head, followed by the intermittent, panicked, and heavily jammed electronic sound of System 118:
[Warning! Super-high-energy life-force magnetic field interference detected! Energy field strength: SSS+! Far exceeding the system's capacity limit! Self-protection mechanism activated...]
[System… The system is critically low on battery… I’m experiencing strong, unknown interference… Beep beep beep…]
[Forced... forced offline... host... wishing... good luck... beep beep beep! 】
The sound suddenly stopped, and there was no movement at all!
Dongfang Yuning:
[…!!! It’s over! Even my last hope has been abandoned! God is killing me!]
Nangong Ye heard the little woman's thoughts, the dangerous curve at the corner of his mouth deepened, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Very good and sensible "Tongzi".
He didn't give her any chance to think or retreat. His tall figure instantly enveloped her, carrying the refreshing scent of alcohol and his unique masculine aura. His hot lips, with undeniable dominance, precisely captured her petals, which were slightly open in panic and as soft as petals!
“Hmm…!”
All of Dongfang Yuning's exclamations and protests were blocked.
This kiss, unlike the previous superficial ones, was filled with the domineering power and burning desire of conquering the world.
He easily pried open her pearly teeth and greedily absorbed her sweetness. His tongue, with a prairie fire, swept through all her senses.
His big hand tightly clasped the back of her head, while the other hand forcefully wrapped around her slender waist, locking her whole body firmly in his hot embrace, not allowing her to escape at all.
Dongfang Yuning felt her whole body go limp, her mind went blank, the candlelight flickered in front of her hazy eyes, leaving only his magnified, handsome and enchanting face and his deep eyes burning with flames.
It was unknown how long it had been, but just when Dongfang Yuning felt she was about to suffocate, Nangong Ye stepped back a little, giving her a chance to breathe.
Her lips were swollen and moist from the kisses, her eyes were blurry, as if covered with a layer of mist, her cheeks were flushed, she was breathing heavily, and her chest was heaving violently.
Nangong Ye's eyes grew darker, his Adam's apple rolling. He didn't give her much time to recover, his slender fingers, with scorching heat, deftly untied the ties of her nightgown.
The soft red nightgown slid down her smooth shoulders, revealing an equally delicate undershirt of the same color and skin as delicate as white jade.
Dongfang Yuning screamed and subconsciously tried to cover herself up, but Nangong Ye easily caught her wrist and pressed it above her head.
His eyes were like the most precise carving knife, sweeping over her skin exposed to the cool air inch by inch, with undisguised admiration and an even more surging possessive desire.
"Don't move, Ning'er..."
His voice was as hoarse as gravel, with a bewitching charm. He picked up the fiery red battle suit, his fingertips brushing over the scanty fabric and the complicated and sexy laces.
"Your husband...will help you change into this."
For Dongfang Yuning, the following process was both a sweet torture and an extreme embarrassment.
Nangong Ye's actions were filled with a piety that was almost worshipful, yet full of absolute control.
His warm fingers inevitably slid across her sensitive skin, and every touch brought a slight tremor.
He patiently and meticulously wound and knotted the intricate laces, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the soft flesh of her waist, her smooth back, and her delicate collarbone...
Finally, the red battle suit, which was made of extremely simple fabric but perfectly outlined her exquisite curves, was put on her body.
Under the candlelight, a red veil as thin as a cicada's wing covered the key parts, and large areas of snow-white skin were exposed to the air. Gold and silver threads flowed with fine light under the candlelight, and gems were dotted in between, like stars falling on the snow.
Her beauty was pushed to the extreme at this moment, with holiness and charm coexisting, and innocence and temptation intertwined.
Nangong Ye's breathing became completely disordered. His throat was tight, and his eyes were as dark as indissoluble ink, surging with flames that could burn away all reason.
He picked up the jar of pink-gold Worry-Free Cream and dipped his fingertips in some. The cream was icy cool and had a strange, rich floral scent. When it touched her burning skin, it caused her to shudder even more violently.
"Don't be afraid..." He
He whispered soothing words, but his movements were undeniably forceful. He evenly and meticulously applied the cool cream to the areas where she needed it, bringing a strange sense of relief wherever it passed, yet igniting another, more hidden fire.
His fingertips seemed to carry magic, and every application was like a deliberate teasing, causing a strange, indescribable emptiness and longing to arise deep within her body.
The air is filled with sweet floral scent, crisp masculine scent and a silent tension called lust.
Dongfang Yuning closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, almost biting it to bleed.
She felt like a small boat drifting in the stormy waves, helplessly clinging to the only piece of driftwood in front of her.
When the cold touch finally covered all the places where he needed it, Nangong Ye could no longer bear it! The last trace of rationality in his eyes completely shattered!
He leaned over and fiercely captured her lips again with a passion that destroyed the world, while at the same time he pulled her hard with his big hands!
“Tear!”
A crisp sound of cloth tearing suddenly rang out in the silent bridal chamber!
Even though the Queen Mother ordered the use of the toughest silkworm ice silk mixed with black iron and gold wire to reinforce the lining, in the face of the absolute power of Nangong Ye, the fierce tiger, that pitiful "physical defense" was like paper and collapsed in an instant!
That priceless and magnificent red battle suit was like a broken butterfly wing. It only lasted for less than a breath under his hands before it was scrapped!
Dongfang Yuning felt a chill on her body, and then she was covered by an even hotter and firmer body. Their skin pressed against each other without any barrier, and the scorching heat made her soul tremble.
"Ning'er...my Ning'er..."
Nangong Ye's voice was thick and vague, whispering in her ear over and over again, like the most lingering spell. His strong arms tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
At this moment of confusion and passion, Dongfang Yuning was forcefully picked up by Nangong Ye and walked towards the huge rosewood bed that was "meticulously" crafted by the Emperor Nangong Yu.
However, when Nangong Ye fell into the bed covered with a soft quilt while holding her, he keenly noticed something strange! This bed... seemed unusually solid? Moreover, when he accidentally looked up——
Buzz!
Nangong Ye's pupils suddenly contracted!
All around the bridal bed, including the inside of the bed curtain above the head, was a huge and clear bronze mirror, polished to a brilliant shine!
It wasn't just one side! It was all around, including the top! Like a giant, ambiguous house of mirrors!
At this moment, the four clear bronze mirrors faithfully reflected the overlapping figures on the bed!
The shredded pieces of red battle armor were scattered on the quilt like burning flames; her long black hair spread out on the bright red mattress, making her skin look whiter than snow.
The visual impact reached its peak in an instant!
“Hmm!”
Dongfang Yuning also saw the scene in the mirror. She was so ashamed that she screamed and subconsciously wanted to curl up, but was held down firmly by Nangong Ye.
“Royal brother…!”
Nangong Ye squeezed out two words from between his teeth, with a hint of gnashing of teeth, but more than that, there was an even crazier flame that was completely ignited by the scene before him!
This "big gift" really... touched my heart!
This mirror house not only did not make him retreat, but instead acted like the strongest accelerant, completely igniting his long-suppressed desire!
He no longer looked at the exciting scene in the mirror, but kissed the little woman under him deeply and more passionately, declaring his sovereignty with his actions!
What made Dongfang Yuning even more devastated was that she soon discovered that this bed...it...it could actually shake!
Combined with the infinitely circulating charming reflections in the four mirrors, all sensory stimulations are magnified countless times!
The red candles flickered, and the light and shadows refracted and danced on the smooth mirror, illuminating the room with spring light.
The torn red cloth, the man's heavy breathing and the woman's suppressed and broken sobs...interwoven into the most primitive and most gorgeous wedding night music.
[Help... I'm dying... Brother Aye... Mirror... Ugh...]
However, her "cry for help" only brought an even wilder response. Nangong Ye was like a tireless perpetual motion machine, his deep eyes burning with an insatiable flame, dragging her into a deeper, hotter vortex.
Time passed slowly. The red candles burned out and were replaced with new ones. The sky outside the window changed from dark to a hint of pale.
Inside Fengyi Palace, Empress Dongfang Qiwu was restless. The trusted maid she had sent to Prince Yong's mansion to gather information had already returned, with the news that "the bridal chamber remained locked, with no movement at all."
"What time is it?!"
Dongfang Qiwu paced in the hall, her beautiful face full of worry.
"Ning'er's body... Ah Ye... How could he... Last a whole night? He couldn't even get his saliva in? This... How could he bear this!"
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She turned around and was about to leave:
"No! I have to go and take a look!"
"Wu'er!"
A strong arm immediately grasped her waist. Emperor Nangong Yu had walked in at some point. He had obviously just finished handling urgent government affairs in the imperial study. His face was a little tired, but his eyes were unusually bright, even with a mischievous smile.
He easily picked up the anxious queen and carried her sideways, striding towards the soft couch in the inner hall.
"Put me down! I have to go see Ning'er!"
Dongfang Qiwu struggled in his arms.
"What are you looking at?"
Nangong Yu gently placed her on the soft couch, and sat down himself, holding her in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice filled with soothing and a hint of imperceptible pride.
"Aye loves her and cares for her, so he's like this...without restraint."
He thought of the "hardcore care" he had given to his brother, and the smile on his face deepened.
The efficacy of the "Nine-Turn Golden Crow Rejuvenation Pill", coupled with the stimulation of the mirror house...tsk, the effect is probably far beyond expectations.
"But... Ning'er..."
Dongfang Qiwu was still worried that his sister couldn't bear it.
"rest assured,"
Nangong Yu tightened his arms and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying the confidence and deep meaning of a veteran.
"Your sister... is much more resilient than you think. Besides..."
He paused, his voice lowered, with a hint of ambiguous hoarseness:
"As a husband, I understand this deeply... When love is deep, you can't stop savoring it... Who cares about the length of time? You just want to... rub the other person into your bones and blood, never to be separated for a moment."
His meaningful words and the hot breath on his neck instantly reminded Dongfang Qiwu of certain scenes. Her cheeks flushed red and she even forgot to struggle. She could only lean softly in his arms and glared at him angrily.
Nangong Yu hugged his wife tightly with satisfaction, looking in the direction of Prince Yong's Mansion, his eyes flashing with a gleam of anticipation and a hint of deep "fatherly love" that said, "Brother, I can only help you up to this point."
In the bridal chamber, the red candles were still flickering, as if they had been burning for thousands of years.
The four massive bronze mirrors, their edges blurred by the swirling vapor and rising heat, still faithfully reflected the tireless, entwined figures of the couple on the bed. Light and shadow distorted and swayed on the blurred surfaces, creating a hazy dreamlike scene.
The tattered battle suit had long been thrown somewhere, the quilt in disarray, and the air was filled with the rich, lingering, sweet aroma of love, mixed with the rich floral fragrance of the worry-free ointment and the scent of sweat.
She could only passively endure the man's tireless demands, each one deeper and deeper. Her broken sobs and moans had long since turned into whispers, flowing out intermittently from her swollen lips.
Nangong Ye, however, possessed boundless energy. He looked at the little woman beneath him who had been thoroughly "loved," her delicate face brimming with blushes, her misty, tearful eyes, her slightly swollen lips, and her snow-white skin covered with his marks... Every part of her made him unable to let go and could not stop.
The three "Nine-Turn Golden Crow Revitalizing Pills" that came from the "deep care" of the emperor's brother were now exerting terrifying effects in his body!
Like an inexhaustible source of energy, it supports him in exploring the treasure that belongs to him over and over again without satisfaction.
The figure in the mirror swayed endlessly, and the rhythmic sound of the bed frame was like a never-ending music.
The red candle burned out, the sky was already bright, and gradually set in the west... This small world of the bridal chamber, which was carefully guarded, was forgotten by time, leaving only endless lingering and possession.
Dongfang Yuning's last glimmer of consciousness left only one thought:
[Help... When will this wedding night end... Is Brother Aye... a perpetual motion machine...?]
Then, she completely sank into the sweet and exhausting darkness dominated by him.
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