Pei Yang knew, of course, which kind of first time she was asking about, but in this situation, dodging the question was the best course of action.
Moreover, he wasn't exactly lying to her. He did have a woman when he was twenty-two. She was the woman he dated after she said she liked Gu Chen, and she was one of the women he dated for a relatively long time.
"Forget it, the more you ask, the angrier I get." Xu Jiayue pouted, threw the pillow at his face, and then got out of bed.
"Don't go!" Pei Yang grabbed her, afraid she would leave.
"Where can I go in the middle of the night?" Xu Jiayue glared at him, annoyed. "I'm going to remove my makeup and wash my hair. Am I supposed to sleep with two pounds of flour and three pounds of hair oil on my face?"
When Pei Yang heard that she wasn't leaving, he felt relieved and said ingratiatingly, "Let me wash it for you; it's not easy to take off a bride's hair."
Xu Jiayue nodded reluctantly; her hair was covered in hair wax, making it difficult to wash.
Pei Yang carried a stool into the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub, let Xu Jiayue sit on the stool, and then lay back with her head resting on his lap.
He first used cotton pads and makeup remover to remove her bridal makeup, then removed her hair clips, let her hair down, and combed it through.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Can't you be a little gentler?!" Xu Jiayue slapped Pei Yang's leg and glared at him unhappily.
Pei Yang let her do as she pleased, combing her hair even more carefully. After combing it smooth, he took the showerhead and tested the water temperature in his hand before pouring it over her head, asking softly, "Is the water temperature suitable?"
"Mmm." Xu Jiayue closed her eyes, preferring to avoid seeing him now.
Pei Yang applied foam and carefully massaged her scalp.
Xu Jiayue didn't want to admit that he had a pretty comfortable bath, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. Could it be that he had bathed other women before?
"How many women have you washed their hair?" She opened her eyes and looked at him.
Pei Yang sighed and tapped her nose: "I'm not a hairdresser. Who else is so lucky as to be with me but you?"
That's more like it. Xu Jiayue closed her eyes again and enjoyed his service.
Hair oil is not easy to wash off; I had to lather it up three times before I could rinse it off completely.
By the time I finished washing and drying the clothes, it was almost midnight.
Xu Jiayue yawned from sleepiness. Pei Yang picked her up, carried her out of the bathroom, and put her on the bed. He couldn't wait to kiss her.
But before his lips could touch hers, she covered her face with a pillow. He moved the pillow away and whispered softly, "Wife, a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Today is almost over, let's..."
"Spring night my foot!" Xu Jiayue covered his face with a pillow again, puffing out her cheeks as she said, "You're sleeping in the guest room tonight!"
Pei Yang was taken aback. "Today is our wedding night, how can we not share a room?"
"Ha, you've been through this so many times, what's one more time?" Xu Jiayue sat up, her face stern, and said, "I'm giving you two choices now: either you leave, or I leave."
"Wife..." He had remained celibate for so long, and he had finally waited for tonight's feast, only to be told now that he couldn't eat it. This was worse than finding water in the desert and being told he couldn't drink it.
"You have three seconds to think it over. If you don't leave now, I'll leave." Xu Jiayue raised her hand and counted, "One, two, um..."
Before she could even utter a word, Pei Yang covered her mouth. She was furious and punched and kicked, but her hands and feet were quickly restrained. He unzipped her dress and reached inside from the side.
"Mmm..." Xu Jiayue was unwilling to give in like this, so she bit his already chapped lip.
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