Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against her smooth forehead and rosy cheeks.
His fingers landed on her chin, burning hot, and gently lifted her face, forcing her to meet his fiery eyes.
“An’an…” His voice was lower and hoarse than ever before, like sand rubbing against velvet, carrying immense satisfaction and a sigh of relief. He gazed into her eyes, filled with candlelight and misty with tears, his fingertips tenderly caressing her delicate skin. “Finally… I’ve married you.” Every word was heavy, coming from the bottom of his heart. “The apple of Prince Jing’s eye, my… General’s wife.” He spoke the last four words very slowly, very heavily, with a profound sense of possession and pride.
An'an's heart trembled, her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she shyly tried to lower her eyes, but his fingertips gently yet firmly held them in place. She could only look at him, her voice barely a whisper: "You...you were...so reckless at the banquet just now..."
“Nonsense?” Lu Xiao chuckled, his chest trembling. He lowered his head, his burning lips brushing against her forehead and the bridge of her nose, finally hovering above her slightly parted, petal-like lips, their breaths mingling in a scorching heat. “My wife, to others, it would be the height of nonsense.”
His gaze swept over the nuptial wine on the small table beside him, the amber liquid shimmering in the candlelight. He ignored it, his eyes returning to An'an's face, his gaze slowly moving down to the delicate gold-threaded button at the neckline of her wedding dress.
“An’an,” he called to her, his voice hoarse with longing, as if weathered by wind and sand, “From now on…” He raised his hand, his calloused fingers, knuckles distinct from years of wielding a knife, gently touching the cold button with a cautious yet undeniably firm touch. His fingertips trembled slightly.
“…Your pulse,” he deftly unbuttoned the first button, the silky fabric rustling softly, revealing a patch of skin as white as snow.
His gaze suddenly deepened, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice was low and hoarse, almost broken, "...Only I can take the call." His gaze was fixed on her with a burning intensity, carrying a strange undercurrent of passion mixed with reminiscence, "That Dr. Xiao who saved my life in the wounded soldiers' camp back then... Now, the wounded soldiers she saved are coming to collect their lifelong medical fees... with interest."
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