The door of the master bedroom was pushed open, and Zhao Chuchu came in drunken. Looking up, she saw a slender young man in red sitting on the bed. He had his hands folded and placed neatly on his knees. When he heard the sound of the door, he seemed a little nervous and moved his fingers.
Looking at his little movements, Zhao Chuchu found them cute and her heart was burning with joy.
She walked over, sat on the bed beside him, and whispered, "Husband, I'm back."
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, the originally clear voice had a hint of hoarseness and numbness.
Zhao Chuchu took a deep breath, and lifted the red veil with her slender fingers. The veil fell, revealing the boy's jade-like face.
He has very good facial features, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a simple appearance. In the past, he always gave people a gentle and handsome feeling. Now, he has a thin layer of rouge on his face, which adds a bit of gorgeousness.
According to Zhao Chuchu's previous understanding, a man wearing rouge would definitely look a bit awkward, but Zhang Xiuyuan was different. She used a poem to describe it, saying, "Light makeup or heavy makeup, it's always suitable." But it didn't seem strange at all. Modern male celebrities basically wear makeup, too, provided they're good-looking. If Yuan's looks were to happen in modern times, he'd definitely be a hot commodity, with a large following of girlfriends and wives.
The boy's cheeks were flushed, and his thin lips were naturally red. His black and white eyes seemed to have broken stars, which were very dazzling and attractive.
Zhao Chuchu stared at him intently, her heart pounding, and blurted out, "Husband, you are so beautiful."
Zhang Xiuyuan's pupils widened slightly, probably because it was rare for him to see her look silly, so he pursed his lips and smiled softly.
Zhao Chuchu couldn't help it and hugged him.
Zhang Xiuyuan was held in her arms obediently, like a docile little puppy. He said, "My dear wife, thank you."
Thank you for waiting for me for a year, thank you for keeping me in your heart, thinking about me, and giving me a happy marriage.
Zhao Chuchu knew what he meant, and kissed his smooth forehead with her soft lips: "You're welcome, I'm your wife, and I'm willing to do anything for you, and it's my duty, but..."
She paused, a hint of teasing in her eyes: "If you really want to thank me, make it up to me tonight."
Zhang Xiuyuan cried out "Ah" and didn't react for a moment. When he finally reacted, his already flushed face turned even redder.
Zhao Chuchu's eyebrows curved, and she was about to show off because of his shyness, when she saw the young man suddenly smile, look at her straight, and said softly: "Don't worry, my dear wife, Brother Yuan will definitely compensate you well tonight." He emphasized the word "compensate".
Zhao Chuchu shuddered for no reason. Looking at her husband's smiling face, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Soon, Zhao Chuchu knew why she felt a chill down her spine. It turned out that she had dug a hole for herself and ended up burying herself.
Who can tell her why the puppy she had raised with great effort for a year suddenly changed on her wedding night and turned into a wolfdog? The breed is now different.
It was not until midnight that Zhao Chuchu finished taking a bath in Zhang Xiuyuan's arms and collapsed on the bed again, with an expression of despair on her face.
"Are you satisfied with Yuan'er's compensation tonight?" the young man asked as he lay down beside her.
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