Chapter 22 The Princess's Beloved Dog 8 The Sticky Newlywed Couple
Pei Yao left, and Pei Heng washed the dishes and chopsticks, then ran excitedly back to the bedroom, only to find his bride lying on the bed, breathing evenly, already fast asleep.
My elation was slightly dampened, as if I had been lightly poked.
Tonight is their wedding night, just as important as a mortal's wedding night. He has been looking forward to it for so long, wanting to become one with the princess, just like in the cave. While getting ready, he was still thinking about how to make her like him more, to make her more radiant, but she had already fallen asleep...
Pei Heng took off his coat, tiptoed onto the bed, leaned over, and affectionately nuzzled Yue Zhi's gentle cheek with the tip of his nose, then couldn't help but kiss her fair nape.
"My lady..." he called softly, as if pleading, his tail tip wagging expectantly, hoping she would wake up.
But Yuezhi just smacked her lips unconsciously and fell into a deeper sleep, clearly exhausted.
Looking at her sleeping face, Pei Heng's restless desire to mate gradually subsided.
His wife is tired, so let her go to sleep.
If he's a good little dog, his wife will like him even more.
The surging desire within him transformed into a burning fire in his lower abdomen. He pulled Yuezhi, along with the blanket, into his arms, using his own warmth to comfort her.
He touched a small bottle inside her clothes and, worried that it might disturb her sleep, took it out and casually tucked it under her pillow.
Then, he held her tightly, satisfied, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
There was no sound of the night watchman's drum in the demon realm, and Yuezhi awoke in a warm and tranquil atmosphere filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.
Sinking into the soft quilt, the fatigue from days of travel vanished. She breathed a satisfied sigh of relief and subconsciously reached out to touch the side, only to find nothing.
The bedding still held the warmth of her body, but the person was gone.
Upon seeing this, her cheeks flushed instantly.
Pei Heng, who usually has a bright and somewhat fierce look in his eyes, was now curled up on the carpet by the bed in a disheveled state.
His shirt was ripped open, revealing a muscular chest flushed an unnatural red. His breathing was rapid and heavy, with occasional groans escaping his throat. His trousers were disheveled, outlining a clear and embarrassed silhouette.
A few strands of sweat-dampened hair clung to her forehead, and her dark eyes, which were always focused on her, were now watery, veiled with a misty, yearning look.
Yuezhi was shocked. "Aheng, what's wrong?"
Upon hearing her voice, Pei Heng looked up, his eyes filled with a pitiful expression, like a large dog soaked in the rain.
His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse and slurred: "Wife... I wanted to put that bottle away for you, so... I just opened it and smelled it..."
Yue Zhi's heart skipped a beat. It was a gift from Master Pei, meant to enhance her pleasure and provide nourishment...
"It smells sweet, and it looks delicious." He became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his tail listlessly sweeping the ground. "I stole one... and now I'm like this... It feels so bad, my wife, I feel so hot, I really want to mate..."
Yuezhi was both anxious and ashamed. This silly dog actually ate that medicine like candy!
She quickly rolled out of bed, squatted down beside him, and tried to pry open his tightly pursed lips with her slender, cool fingers: "Spit it out, spit it out now!"
Pei Heng obediently opened his mouth, and her warm, moist breath hit him. She probed his mouth with her fingertips, trying to make him vomit.
But the pill had already dissolved and was nowhere to be found. Instead, Pei Heng instinctively took her finger into his mouth, his soft tongue wrapping around it and licking her fingertip, the wet touch carrying a burning heat.
"Ugh... Hmph..." His eyes welled up with tears as he was being poked, but he refused to let go. His wet, dark eyes stared straight at her with unreserved dependence and pleading.
Yuezhi withdrew her hand, looking at the glistening watermarks on her fingertips, and a strange itch rose from the bottom of her heart.
In a moment of distraction, Pei Heng leaned forward, his burning lips kissing her still-wet fingertips, his tongue licking them affectionately, his voice muffled.
"My wife, we made our vows last night... but we didn't... we didn't mate... shall we make up for it now? I feel terrible..."
His kisses, which she had personally taught him, had now surpassed hers. Without any guidance, he eagerly pressed his lips against hers, sealing hers with his own.
A strange, sweet fragrance wafted onto her tongue, forcefully intruding and entangling her, exchanging hot breaths.
Yuezhi's body went limp from the kiss, and the last vestiges of her reason were evaporated by the sweet breath and burning heat of his mouth.
She hadn't originally intended to really refuse.
"Then tone it down a bit," she murmured, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, which was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Upon receiving a response, Pei Heng let out a satisfied whimper and instantly pounced on her, knocking her down onto the carpet.
The two rolled together, the fluffy white tail wrapped around her ankle, the pair of animal ears on its head rubbed against her hair, its hot breath falling on her skin and causing a shiver to run through her.
"My wife is so sweet." His voice was muffled as his passionate kisses landed haphazardly on her face, accompanied by wet licks.
Yuezhi felt a little itchy, so she ran her fingers through his sweaty silver hair and gently stroked his earlobe.
But the attempt to soothe her seemed to have no effect; Pei Heng's tail uncontrollably wrapped tightly around her calves, its furry tip thrashing restlessly.
He raised his head, his dark eyes shimmering with tears and a bewildered longing.
"My wife is so beautiful, I love you so much."
Yuezhi was exhausted. She tilted her head back slightly, accepting his passionate yet awkward kiss. Her arms around his neck tightened, pulling him towards her, silently acknowledging all his requests.
The air was filled with a sweet fragrance.
*
Within the ancient tree's grotto, a spiritual atmosphere pervades, the air is sweet and clean, and the setting sun casts a soft glow.
Pei Heng walked over from the grass carrying the quilt that had been airing all afternoon, and immediately saw Yue Zhi on the grass outside the house.
She sat on a bamboo chair, head down, intently cutting fabric.
The glow of the sunset outlined her gentle profile; her skin was as delicate as fine mutton fat jade, radiating a soft and moist luster, as if it could ooze water with a gentle pinch.
Perhaps it was a bit hot, she raised her hand, her slender fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a simple gesture that exuded indescribable charm.
At home, her clothes were not tied too tightly, but slightly loose. As she bent over, a delicate neck and a soft, gentle curve were revealed, like cotton soaked in milk, dazzlingly white and so soft that it made one's heart tremble.
Pei Heng unconsciously tightened his grip on the blanket.
He looked at his wife, who seemed to be enveloped in a soft halo, like a warm jade to the touch, or a sweet cake with an enticing aroma, exuding a fragrance that both comforted and stirred him.
A familiar, surging heat instantly rushed to my lower abdomen; my body's reaction was direct and intense.
Pei Heng snapped back to reality, his ears burning red. He cursed himself inwardly: "Are you even a good dog?! I've been pestering my wife all morning, making her voice hoarse, and she's only been quiet for two hours, and now she's back to what she was doing...!"
The medicine that caused the trouble this morning was a gift from his master to Yuezhi, meant to nourish his body during intercourse. However, he accidentally ingested it, and its potent effects nearly caused him to lose control.
If it weren't for the fact that during their passionate kisses later, he unintentionally passed some of the medicinal properties back to Yuezhi, his irrational demands would likely have placed an even heavier burden on his wife's delicate body.
Thinking of this, the lingering flame in my heart was mostly suppressed by guilt and heartache.
He must be a good little dog, a proper husband, and put his wife first, cherishing and loving her. He cannot only think of his own pleasure and make his wife suffer.
Pei Heng took a deep breath, forced himself to look away, and quickly walked into the room with the quilt, deftly spreading it on the large, soft bed.
After laying out the quilt, he still felt it wasn't enough. His wife was a clean person, and there might be dust on the floor... So he picked up a rag, soaked it, wrung it out, and carefully wiped the already clean floor, trying to use his busyness to dispel the restless unease within him.
Just then, Yuezhi's gentle voice called from outside: "Aheng?"
"Hey! Coming!" Pei Heng immediately wrung out the rag, draped it over the edge of the basin, and ran out excitedly, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
Yuezhi had just finished cutting out the rough pattern for her new clothes. She was holding a measuring tape and beckoning to him with a smile: "Come here, let me take your measurements and make you two new outfits too."
Pei Heng obediently straightened his back and stood in front of her, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. His large white tail swayed uncontrollably behind him, revealing his inner joy.
"Raise your hand," Yuezhi said softly.
He obediently raised his arms, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, stand up straight."
He straightened his strong chest, his heart pounding.
Yuezhi took a soft measuring tape and carefully measured his chest circumference with both hands. She then wrapped her arms around his slender waist, the posture resembling a brief embrace.
Her cheek was almost pressed against his open collar, against his slightly undulating, smoothly contoured chest.
The air around me was filled with the clean scent of sunshine and grass, mixed with his unique, aggressive masculine hormones.
While recording the measurements, Yuezhi couldn't help but praise, "Aheng has such a great figure. In the past ten years, I have never seen anyone as fit and well-proportioned as you."
This is true. Pei Heng's original form is a large dog. Even in human form, he has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, powerful legs. Every inch of his muscles is full of wild beauty, yet he is restrained just right, without appearing clumsy at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the breathing above his head had become heavy.
Yuezhi looked up and saw Pei Heng's Adam's apple bob. His eyes had become deep and dark, like unyielding ink, staring intently at her... He seemed a little flustered, and his knees were brought together slightly.
Seeing his restrained yet yearning expression, two blushes quietly rose on Yuezhi's face.
She couldn't help but recall how, just two hours earlier, this strong and powerful body had embraced her, his breath hot and his suppressed growls lingering in her ear...
After taking the last measurement, she let out a soft sigh, wanting to find an excuse to send him away so she could calm herself down.
But it was too late.
The young man, who had been patiently enduring, had his reason overwhelmed by the sweet fragrance so close at hand and her unconscious teasing.
He suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms from the side, holding her tightly.
His chin rested on the top of her soft hair, his body pressed against her restlessly, like a large dog seeking comfort, his burning body temperature transmitted through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"My wife, I've been thinking about it again."
His voice was low and husky as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent that haunted his dreams. His voice, thick with emotion, sounded like a mixture of grievance and intense longing as he murmured, "You smell so good..."
Yuezhi bit her lip slightly, thinking that the other newlyweds must be like them.
As soon as she relaxed, he picked her up without her noticing. Instead of taking her back to her room, he carried her to a recliner next to the bamboo chair, which she had filled with scraps of fabric that were still quite soft.
He took the measuring tape from her hand and put it down. She was then held from behind and placed on the recliner, her skirt being lifted up with a whoosh.
Yuezhi blushed, looking at Pei Heng who was staring at her with a dazed expression, and hurriedly pressed down on her skirt, "Why don't you go back to your room? Why did you leave me here?"
Pei Heng looked innocent: "I just made the bed and wiped the floor clean. If it gets wet, I won't be able to sleep well tonight."
"Let's just make do here for now. No one will see us outside anyway, so let's give it a try." He leaned down, and the recliner swayed back and forth with his weight.
Yuezhi straightened up, suddenly feeling too embarrassed to look at him anymore.
Pei Heng was puzzled. He lifted her skirt with his hand and kissed her chin affectionately, pleading urgently, "Wife, turn your face around, I want to kiss your lips."
He is always exceptionally frank in this regard.
Yuezhi huffed in a huff, grabbed the beast ears on his head with both hands, pulled him down, and kissed his lips.
The recliner started to rock.
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