The huge mansion was bustling with activity, but the third floor was extremely quiet.
Flowers and a red carpet were spread on the floor, and two maids were standing in front of the bridal chamber guarding the door. Chen Yanshu waved his hand to let them go, raised his hand to open the slightly closed door and walked in.
All I see is bright red.
The word "囍" is posted on the desks, doors, windows and walls.
A large red gauze curtain on the left obscured the view inside the tent. One could see a pair of red embroidered shoes placed in front of the bed, with a small foot poking out of the tent.
The white ankles swayed, so seductive.
Chen Yanshu: “…”
Chen Yanshu steadied his breathing and walked towards the big bed step by step.
Every step I took seemed to be stepping on my heartbeat, and my breathing slowed down.
Come closer and lift the curtain.
Inside the gauze tent, the girl was lying on a brocade quilt with mandarin ducks playing in the water, her head down playing with her hair. Her silky pajamas were tied loosely, revealing her slender calves and half of her snow-white arms.
Chen Yanshu's throat rolled as he called out softly, "Mingzhu."
"Yanshu?"
Xihe subconsciously turned his head, got up in surprise, and then remembered that they were already married.
His face flushed for a moment, and he muttered, lowering his head.
"Have you eaten anything?"
Chen Yanshu sat down on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to tuck her scattered hair behind her ear: "Do you need me to ask the maid to bring something up?"
"No, I've already eaten."
When he asked this, Xihe quickly looked up and asked, "Have you taken your medicine today? Are you tired?"
Chen Yanshu shook his head, calmly moving his gaze away from her half-open collar, and said with a light cough: "I've taken the medicine, I'm not tired."
He paused and looked at her: "I'm going to wash up... Mingzhu, do you want to come with me?"
boom,
Xihe's face instantly became hot, and he was wheezing and felt like smoke was coming out of his head.
How could this person say such things so seriously?
"Mingzhu always said she was good at massage. How about you give me a massage today?"
Chen Yanshu raised his hand and took the shy Xihe into his arms. Under her trembling eyes, he pulled the laces and guided her to unbutton her clothes: "I helped Mingzhu, Mingzhu, help me too."
Xihe stuttered, his hands and feet weak: "Inkstone, inkstone book..."
She wailed in her heart, "Has this person forgotten his own body? Why is he playing with fire?"
Chen Yanshu had no idea what she was thinking, but when he saw her blushing face and her eyes filled with tears, his heart suddenly warmed up, and he hugged her and ran straight to the bathroom.
Xihe: ...
The bathtub in the bathroom was very large. She splashed in the water, but in the end she didn't massage Chen Yanshu.
On the contrary, Shen Yanshu, who looked weak and about to die, served her comfortably. She stretched out her toes and wished she could scratch his back a few more times.
What happened to the promise of being sick and weak?
Chen Yanshu pinched her waist and smiled very gently: "People say that dying under the peony flowers is a romantic ghost. Mingzhu's beauty is worth dying for."
Xihe...
But in the end, the two of them didn't want to waste any more time. They quickly took a shower and returned to the tent.
"good evening."
Chen Yanshu pulled Xihe into his arms, kissed her on the lips, and fell asleep holding the drowsy girl.
The next day Xihe woke up,
What I saw was a handsome face, with curved eyes and a gentle smile: "Good morning."
"good morning."
Xihe was confused for a moment, then kissed him on the face.
Afterwards, the two of them got up, went downstairs, and met everyone from the Shen family and the Li family in the living room.
Father Li was beaming, chatting animatedly with Father Shen, calling them "in-laws." He wondered, since they were in-laws, the Shen family wouldn't cut into his business anymore, right?
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