Lechen put his thin lips next to Jiang Jingyu's ear, and every word he said was bewitching.
Jiang Jingyu's face flushed, and her whole body felt limp and numb under Lechen's teasing. Her consciousness also became a little cloudy due to a slight lack of oxygen.
Lechen kissed her earlobe and spoke seductively.
"Yu'er, call me husband."
A tingling sensation came from her earlobe. Jiang Jingyu dodged subconsciously, and her expression became more and more confused.
"Husband, husband."
Jiang Jingyu put her arms around Chen's neck and moaned.
The corners of Liaochen's lips curled up slightly, and his big hand moved from Jiang Jingyu's chest to the delicate skin on her waist, pinching her waist for the final step.
"Yu'er, I love you."
Lechen stroked Jiang Jingyu's delicate and rosy little face with his big hand, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.
Jiang Jingyu half-closed her eyes and smiled at him.
"Liaochen, I, ah—hate you!"
There were tears in the corners of Jiang Jingyu's eyes, sparkling and clear under the candlelight.
She supported Lechen's chest with both hands, frowned in pain, and kept pushing him away.
But the arrow is on the string, there is no reason not to shoot. Lechen buried his bony fingers under Jiang Jingyu's black hair, gently lifted her head, bent down to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then swallowed the whimpers from her mouth.
"Yu'er, it will be fine soon."
Lechen looked at Jiang Jingyu under him with a look of heartache and coaxed her softly.
"ah--"
As Jiang Jingyu's cry of pain subsided, the couple's ceremony was completed.
The two of them were completely married at this moment. Gradually, the sobs faded away, replaced by bone-chilling moans...
The figures overlapped inside the bed curtains, and the candlelight cast their figures on the wall. The wind and clouds were dark, and the room was full of beauty.
After a long time, when Jiang Jingyu was about to faint, a slender white hand stretched out from the red bed curtain.
"Water, I want to drink water."
Jiang Jingyu's throat felt dry and sore as if it had been squeezed dry, and her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke.
Lechen held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead: "I'll go get some water for Yu'er."
He lifted the bed curtain and slowly stood up. When he walked to the table, he took out the silver needle that was pressed under the cake, lowered his head, pointed the silver needle at his chest, took out the blood from his heart and dripped it into the wine cup.
He filled the empty wedding wine cup again. Lechen wiped the blood off his chest, then picked up the wine cup and walked towards the bed.
"Yu'er, let me help you up."
Lechen put the wedding wine aside and bent down to help Jiang Jingyu up.
Jiang Jingyu sat on the bed leaning against the headboard, her entire waist aching badly.
Liaochen handed the wedding wine to Jiang Jingyu. Jiang Jingyu smelled the wine and lowered her head to look at the wine cup in her hand.
"Wine? I don't want to drink wine. I want to drink water."
She said this with a dry mouth and handed the wine cup in her hand to Chen.
Lechen said seriously, "Two cups of wedding wine, a life together, Yu'er, be obedient and drink the wedding wine quickly."
Jiang Jingyu: “…”
She silently picked up the wedding wine and intertwined her arms with Luochen's.
Lechen kept his eyes on her, and when Jiang Jingyu put the wine cup to her lips, he also put the wine cup to his lips.
Jiang Jingyu took a sip, and when she tasted the faint smell of blood, her eyes suddenly widened, and she subconsciously wanted to put the wedding wine away.
Lechen anticipated her action and held the wine cup in Jiang Jingyu's hand with his other hand when she wanted to take away the wedding wine.
"Yu'er, drink it."
In the end, Jiang Jingyu raised her head and drank the wedding wine in her hand that was stained with Lu Chen's heart's blood.
After watching her drink it with his own eyes, Luochen breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt at ease.
He took the empty wine cup from Jiang Jingyu's hand, stood up and poured her a glass of water.
Jiang Jingyu drank the water in one breath, and the fishy and sweet taste in her throat was finally suppressed.
"Liaochen, the wedding wine just now..."
"It's my blood."
Lechen explained lightly.
"Heart blood?"
Jiang Jingyu was startled, grabbed Chen's hand, and subconsciously looked at his chest.
Because a silver needle was used to draw blood just now, there was no obvious wound on Liaochen's chest. Jiang Jingyu didn't notice it at first. It was not until she got close to Liaochen's chest that she saw the small needle hole.
At this time, blood was still oozing out of the needle hole.
"Does it hurt?"
Jiang Jingyu looked up at Lechen with a distressed expression.
Lechen felt helpless, he knew Yu'er would be like this. His Yu'er was the most compassionate woman in the world.
If he had dropped his heart's blood into the first cup of wedding wine, the marriage would probably not have been complete tonight.
Jiang Jingyu subconsciously looked for a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Chen's chest, but their clothes were thrown on the ground, and there was nothing else to wipe on the bed except the quilt.
"Handkerchief, handkerchief," Jiang Jingyu kept repeating in her mind. Suddenly her eyes lit up when she thought of something, and she pulled out the white handkerchief from under the quilt.
The white handkerchief was stained with drops of blood, but fortunately there were still many blank spaces.
Jiang Jingyu pinched the corner of the square handkerchief and gently touched Chen's chest to wipe away the blood beads that seeped out for him. But just as she wiped them away, more blood beads spread out. Jiang Jingyu kept wiping, and her eyes were instantly filled with mist.
"With so much blood, it must be painful, right?"
Just as she was about to continue wiping the blood from Chen's eyes, Chen grabbed her hand.
Jiang Jingyu subconsciously looked up and met Chen's fiery gaze.
"It hurts, I need my wife to compensate me."
Lechen grabbed Jiang Jingyu's hand and put it to his mouth, then looked down at her. Jiang Jingyu was naked at this moment, her black hair hanging down in front of her chest, the ravines of her figure faintly visible. She had no idea that her body had a fatal allure to Lechen.
“How do I make up for it…”
Before she could finish the word "pay", her red lips were sealed.
Lechen lowered his eyes and watched Jiang Jingyu moaning under him, letting her grab his abdominal muscles tightly with both hands and rub them against her ears.
"My lady, I want... flesh, as compensation."
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