The lively and noisy wedding banquet ended, and everyone who had eaten and drunk their fill left one after another.
Chen Hongxing and his wife led their children to clean up the mess in the yard.
Xu Xiuping didn't treat herself as a guest at all and helped wash the dishes.
Feng Yijia also came out of the room and helped sweep the floor and wipe the table.
Meng Sheng took the wedding candy as a thank you gift and returned the borrowed tables, chairs, basins and bowls to each household.
The days are short in winter, so after cleaning up the mess, the next step is to prepare dinner.
When it was completely dark and a thin crescent moon hung in the sky, Meng Sheng and Feng Yijia finally finished their work and had some peace and quiet.
This is all thanks to the fact that before his rebirth, Meng Sheng's best friends were the brothers Meng Yun and Meng Yu.
After his rebirth, the two were gone. He was busy with revenge, making money and chasing after his wife, and his connection with his peers in the village became increasingly weak.
So no one wants to make a fuss in the bridal chamber, otherwise it would last until midnight.
In the new house, there are red quilts, red beds, red cabinets, red wedding characters pasted everywhere and two burning red candles.
After washing up, Feng Yijia let her ink-black hair down and wore a tightly wrapped red pajamas. She didn't reveal anything, but the red color that filled the room made her look particularly alluring.
This was the first time in Meng Sheng's two lives that he entered the bridal chamber, and the person was his long-awaited sweetheart.
His eyes were fixed on the fair face and the extremely tempting red lips that were made even more beautiful by the red candlelight. He felt that the two glasses of white wine he drank at dinner had taken over his head, making him feel a little dizzy.
The desire hidden in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, emitting a scorching and compelling light.
The wolf-like and tiger-like eyes seemed to carry a scorching temperature, burning Feng Yijia's face and ears, and sweating on his palms.
She stepped back involuntarily, subconsciously trying to increase the distance between them and stay away from the man opposite who exuded a dangerous aura.
Before she could take two steps back, she was embraced by Meng Sheng's iron-like arms.
Then his head was lifted up and his lips were blocked.
The touch, which was softer and sweeter than he had imagined, completely broke the strings in Meng Sheng's mind, and everything that happened next became a mess.
On the window, two figures were like two vines, intertwined and entangled together, gradually becoming indistinguishable from each other.
The moon moves deeper.
Feng Yijia, who had no power to resist and was like a fish on a chopping board, was extremely tired and his mind was in a mess. Finally, he figured out the problem he had before going to bed last night.
Well, it's comfortable, but more painful.
No wonder some people were happy while others were disgusted by those restricted scenes she had seen before. It was probably because she didn’t watch them from beginning to end.
When Meng Sheng looked at his wife, who was covered in marks and almost fainted, he realized that he seemed to have gone too far.
Feeling guilty, he got up to fetch water to wash the person and apply medicine. After a lot of tossing and turning, he finally hugged the person and fell asleep.
It’s not his fault. The desires accumulated over two lifetimes were released and he couldn’t control them for a moment.
The flickering candle flame burned out, the cold moon disappeared, and the golden crow rose in the east.
In a blink of an eye, it's a new day.
When Feng Yijia opened his eyes, sunlight had already leaked in from the half-open window, filling half of the room.
You don't need to look at the clock to know it's definitely late.
She couldn't even imagine what others would think if she couldn't get out of bed on the second day of her wedding.
He just moved to get up, but failed.
My waist was sore, just like the day before when I dug a few acres of wasteland with a hoe.
There are also some things that I can't describe, and my legs are so sore all over.
Feng Yijia thought about the scenes last night where he begged for mercy but it was of no use at all, and he wanted to strangle the culprit to death.
But there is no one sitting next to me.
After a while, he struggled to sit up. The quilt slipped off, and the cold air invaded him, giving him goose bumps all over his body.
Feng Yijia looked at the red marks and bruises on her skin and realized that she was still naked.
I gritted my teeth, not knowing whether to be angry, annoyed, ashamed or indignant?
I looked around, but there was no trace of clothes on the bedside or on the floor.
Blushing with shame, she pulled the quilt to wrap her whole body in it. When she was struggling to move downstairs to find clothes, the door creaked open.
Meng Sheng heard the noise in the room and stuck his head in to take a look. Seeing Feng Yijia's movements, he hurriedly said, "Don't move in bed. I'll get you some clothes!"
With that, he turned and ran out. A moment later, he came back with a pile of clothes in his arms. He said, feeling very considerate, "They are all warm. I have been keeping them by the stove, just in case you feel cold when you wear them!"
Feng Yijia's eyes widened, and she pointed at her underwear with shaking fingers. She didn't feel warm at all. She asked angrily, "Is this also roasted in front of the stove?"
Meng Sheng nodded as a matter of course: "If it's worn next to the skin, it must be warmed up to be comfortable!"
After she finished speaking, she saw that the face of the person on the bed had turned dark, and his eyes were fierce and looked like a storm was about to come. He suddenly understood her thoughts and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, there is no one at home.
Today is the market day, so early in the morning I paid for my family members, including Uncle Zhang and Aunt Xu, to go to the market in the countryside.
No one saw it!"
This one sentence pulled Feng Yijia back from the fear of social death.
His expression looked a little better. He grabbed the clothes and dragged them into the quilt, then began to put them on with difficulty.
Being naked, I felt cold when I moved, and I also felt insecure. It was even difficult for me to pinch someone to vent my anger.
Meng Sheng stood in front of the bed without moving. He couldn't see what was under the thick quilt, but he couldn't take his eyes off his wife's pretty face which was slightly angry.
I couldn't help but ask: "Can you do it? Do you need my help?"
Feng Yijia felt uneasy when he was staring at her, and she didn't dare to ask him for help.
Fearing that the gun might go off accidentally and another inappropriate activity for children would occur, she threw all her thoughts of discontent and pinching the person behind her. Now she just wanted to get rid of the person quickly. She glared and said, "No, just get out!"
Meng Sheng was not angry when he was rejected, but he did not turn around and leave as he was told. He just changed the subject.
"I made chicken soup for you. I hunted pheasants in the mountains this morning.
It was stewed with herbs picked up by Doctor Zhang and had been simmering on low heat for several hours.
After cleaning up, we went out to eat.
I also rolled noodles and made dumplings. The filling is the leek and pork recipe prepared by Aunt Xu. Which one would you like?
I'll cook it for you."
Feng Yijia didn’t want to pay attention to anyone, but when she heard her stomach growling in protest, she thought for a moment and said decisively, “Dumplings!
No soup, just make a dipping sauce with vinegar, chili oil and minced garlic!"
As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva greedily, and then he couldn't help asking, "What time is it now? Is the pheasant we shot this morning ready to be stewed?"
The important thing is that she felt that she was almost starving. She had no shortage of fat and water in her stomach these days, so if it was earlier, this wouldn't have happened.
Meng Sheng touched his nose and said, "Uh, it's three o'clock in the afternoon!
I called you several times but you didn't wake up!" His tone was cautious but also contained a hint of pride.
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