Lin Qingwan felt her cheeks burning, so shy she almost wanted to avoid his overly intense gaze, yet she was firmly drawn to the light in his eyes and couldn't look away. Meeting his gaze, she pursed her lips into an extremely shy yet incredibly sweet smile, and softly responded, "Mmm." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it clearly struck Shen Wenbai's heart.
After the nuptial wine was drunk, the clear liquid slid down her throat, turning into a warm current. Their arms were still intertwined when Shen Wenbai's warm fingers gently covered her slightly cool hand, completely enveloping her slender fingers in his broad palm. His thumb unconsciously and extremely gently caressed the smooth back of her hand, bringing a subtle tingling sensation.
"Qingwan..." he called again, his voice lower and hoarser than before, carrying an indescribable tenderness. He leaned slightly forward, his tall figure looming over her, his aura mixed with a faint scent of wine, carrying an unfamiliar sense of aggression and a heart-pounding attraction, completely enveloping her.
Lin Qingwan's heart pounded like a wild horse, almost bursting out of her chest. She tilted her head back slightly, her long eyelashes trembling like startled butterfly wings. His gaze slowly moved down from her eyes to her luscious lips, his eyes so focused, filled with undisguised longing.
The distance closed silently. She could clearly feel his warm breath brushing against her forehead, her eyebrows, and finally landing on her lips. A strange current, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, instantly surged through her body, making her involuntarily hold her breath.
Finally, his lips, with tentative tenderness, gently covered hers.
It was an extremely light, shallow touch, like a spring petal falling onto the water's surface. Yet, the flame it ignited in an instant was enough to spread like wildfire. Lin Qingwan trembled, her mind went blank, only the warm, slightly cool touch on her lips remained crystal clear. She subconsciously closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting deep shadows beneath them.
Shen Wenbai seemed to sense her stiffness, and his movements became even gentler. His lips gently pressed against hers, patiently and soothingly caressing her. It was a silent inquiry and waiting, waiting for her acceptance.
The initial stiffness melted away like ice and snow, and Lin Qingwan's tense body gradually relaxed. A strange, intoxicating warmth spread from their pressed lips, miraculously soothing all the tension and unease. She tentatively and cautiously responded to the gentle caress.
This subtle response was like kindling thrown into a fire. Shen Wenbai's breathing suddenly quickened, and his arms around her waist tightened abruptly, pulling her closer into his embrace. The previously tentative kiss instantly deepened. His lips were no longer content with superficial caresses, but instead, with an irresistible, gentle strength, they lingered, sucking and conquering. His tongue, burning hot, carefully explored between her lips and teeth, with a sense of exploration and demand, gently yet firmly inviting her to dance.
Lin Qingwan felt as if she had been swept into a sweet vortex. The unfamiliar sensory impact made her dizzy, yet she willingly succumbed. She responded awkwardly, her hands somehow already climbing onto his broad shoulders and back, tightly gripping the smooth brocade of his robe. Their lips met, their breaths mingled, their scents intertwined and blended, indistinguishable as to whose heartbeat was wilder. The candlelight flickered on their closed eyelids, the burning wax silently sliding down, like the deep affection flowing between their hearts at that moment.
After a long while, Shen Wenbai reluctantly pulled back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath still rapid and hot. He looked into her watery, misty eyes, into her lips, now even more swollen and red from the kisses, his Adam's apple bobbing, his low, husky voice filled with laughter and satisfaction: "My wife..."
Lin Qingwan buried her face in his firm chest, blushing, listening to his equally rapid and powerful heartbeat, feeling an unprecedented intimacy and sense of belonging, yet the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up in a smile. The red candles flickered, and the curtains hung low, locking in this room's enchanting tenderness.
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