Lu Qingsi looked at him shyly: "Husband, you should just eat. Why are you looking at me?"
Rong Xu smiled: "My wife is beautiful."
Lu Qingsi said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
"My wife, please don't be angry. It was my fault." Knowing that she was shy, Rong Xu smiled and put a piece of food on Lu Qingsi's plate. Lu Qingsi lowered her head and ate her rice, not daring to look at him again.
After finishing his meal, Rong Xu put down his chopsticks and gazed at Lu Qingsi. A tender and affectionate look appeared in his already gentle eyes, as if he were truly her husband. Seeing that Lu Qingsi was about to get up to clear the table, he stood up and smiled, his voice clear and gentle: "Let me help you."
His hands were long and slender, and his figure was elegant. He didn't care at all that this action might damage his gentlemanly image. He bent down to help Lu Qingsi clear the table of dishes and chopsticks. His movements were unhurried and slow. Even when he was doing housework, his demeanor was not diminished in the slightest. He was like a beautiful painting.
Lu Qingsi looked at him with eyes full of tenderness and sweetness, just like an ordinary woman immersed in the love between a man and a woman, everything was so beautiful.
As dusk fell.
As evening fell, Lu Qingsi lit a candle, and the dim light flickered in the room. She went inside and took off her outer clothes, leaving only a white undergarment. Her cheeks were flushed, and her long, black hair was draped over her shoulders. She looked at Rong Xu with shy and timid eyes and said softly, "Husband, let me undress you."
Rong Xu stood at the door, looking at Lu Qingsi with deep affection. The candlelight reflected on his face, adding a touch of warmth to his originally cold and aloof appearance, which was like a snow-covered mountain. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, his gaze was deep, and his jaw was clenched.
Lu Qingsi extended the invitation, but was too shy to look him in the eye, and instead glanced at him furtively.
Lu Qingsi looked at Rong Xu, watched him take a step forward and walk in, and a sweet smile slowly appeared on her lips.
She stepped forward slowly, her slender hand encircling Rong Xu's neck. She turned her head to gaze at his cool, jade-like face, his somewhat indifferent yet profound eyes, his beautifully curved jawline, and his slightly protruding Adam's apple...
She mustered her courage, her red lips almost touching the corner of his, and murmured softly, "My husband..."
Fingertips flicked lightly, clothes fell loose.
Rong Xu's gentle eyes were now filled with a deep, dark color. Sweat slightly dampened his forehead, and strands of hair clung to his handsome, ethereal face, as if a god untouched by worldly concerns had been dragged down to earth.
The spring night is too short, and the burning oil lamp makes a crackling sound.
A night of passion—whose heart did it plant the seed of inner demons? And what kind of fate forced people who should never have met into this relationship?
They were still immersed in their dream, but to outsiders, the village they had first passed through no longer existed.
Early birds chirped on the branches in the morning. Lu Qingsi nestled obediently in Rong Xu's arms, seemingly very tired, yet still wearing a contented and happy smile.
Rong Xu lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, a fleeting tenderness and pity flashing in his eyes. This was his only wife, the one he would spend his life with. How fortunate he was to have her by his side.
A complex emotion flickered in Rong Xu's eyes. He gently lifted the woman's face, gazed at her features, and spoke in a low, husky voice, "I want to go to the capital to take the imperial examination."
Lu Qingsi opened her blurry eyes and looked at him, a fleeting sadness in them. She responded softly, "Mmm."
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