Pang Yi couldn't continue speaking because his mouth was so wide open that he could swallow an egg.
"Does it... look good?" Xiao An came out from behind the screen a little shyly. Holding up the hem of her skirt, she slowly walked to Pang Yi's side, looking at his dazed look. She felt a little uneasy, not knowing what Pang Yi was thinking. She lowered her head and looked at her wedding dress. Looking at the rough stitches, she felt annoyed and frustrated. When she spoke again, her voice was even lower, "If I had known, I would have come to Madam for help earlier. I have never embroidered so many flowers. This is the first time... Woo!"
Before Xiao An could finish her words, Pang Yi had already pushed her against the wall, and then held her face and kissed her. It was not like they had never kissed before. They had even done more intimate and ridiculous things. But every time their lips and tongues touched, Xiao An's whole body always felt numb and throbbing, as if it was her first time kissing. She seemed to be about to faint at any moment, but fortunately Pang Yi had been holding her tightly. Fortunately, Pang Yi finally let her go.
"Didn't you say that you wouldn't let me see the wedding dress before the wedding?" After the kiss, Pang Yi rested his forehead against Xiao An's, kissing her a little too hard. "Why did you change your mind and let me see it?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid you have too high expectations," Xiao An said a little embarrassedly, looking at Pang Yi with her watery eyes. As soon as she met the man's gaze, she hurriedly moved away and continued, "My craftsmanship is not good, and I'm afraid the wedding dress I make won't meet your expectations. So I'm worried that you will be disappointed on the wedding day, so... so I thought I'd let you see it first, so that you can be prepared."
"Why would I feel disappointed?" Pang Yi leaned over and played with Xiao An's lips and tongue again. While listening to Xiao An's rapid breathing, he said in a hoarse voice, "As long as you are the bride, what kind of clothes does it matter? What's more, it's the wedding dress you made yourself. I'm happy in my heart, how can I be disappointed?"
"Well... now that you've seen it, won't you feel less surprised on the wedding day?" Xiao An's heart was so sweet, but she suddenly frowned, "If I had known earlier, I would... not have worn it for you to see. I should have kept it to myself! So that you can be surprised on the wedding day and remember it for the rest of your life!"
"It's the same now," Pang Yi smiled softly, reaching out to touch the small "囍" character on the collar of the wedding dress, and said softly, "It's bright before my eyes, and I'll remember it for the rest of my life."
"That's good, hehe," Xiao An smiled a little shyly, put her arms around Pang Yi's waist, and put her face on the man's chest, "Pang Yi, we are going to get married."
"Yes, I will have a home soon." Pang Yi said softly, and for some reason his nose suddenly felt sore.
He had been homeless since he was a child. To be the personal bodyguard of the eldest prince, it was not enough to have a clean family background. It was best if he had no family background. Pang Yi was such a person. He had no father or mother, and no one had ever cooked a hot meal for him. Later, he became Zhong Mingwei's personal bodyguard, and Zhong Mingwei became his closest person, but this closeness was deeply imprinted with the master-servant imprint. After all, their identities were very different. Zhong Mingwei was the eldest prince of the emperor, who was high above everyone else. Before he regarded Zhong Mingwei as a relative, he had to first understand that they were master and servant. No matter how close their relationship was, they could never really become a family. Even though Zhong Mingwei later became a commoner, in his heart, Zhong Mingwei would always be his master. Although the way they got along was different from before, no matter how relaxed they were, the master would always be the master.
If it weren't for Xiao An, Pang Yi would never have known the importance of women, let alone experienced the sense of security and belonging that home brings. He had never longed for a home so strongly. The man who had wandered for half his life finally found his harbor.
"By the way, Pang Yi, a few days ago, didn't you say you wanted to ask the prefect to help me re-register my household?" Xiao An suddenly remembered something and hurriedly looked up to ask Pang Yi, "When are you going? It has to be before we get married, right?"
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