It was the first time that Yang Donghu was dressed up so carefully. All the lip balm and facial cream were intact, and there was even a red dot between her eyebrows. Zhao Fangchu said that she looked a bit like someone in a painting.
As soon as these words came out, Yang Donghu waved his hands repeatedly. This one trouble today was enough for him to bear. If he had to have such troubles every day in the future, he would rather not be beautiful.
The quilt on the bed had soft cotton inside and a smooth outer cover. Zhao Fangchu looked at the furnishings in the room and then at Yang Donghu, and said with some envy, "This is a really nice purchase."
"It must have been better when you got married."
As soon as Zhao Fangchu mentioned marriage, he thought of that person and smiled: "I hope so."
Yang Donghu didn't finish the bowl of wontons in the end, and Zhao Fangchu didn't want to waste the rest, so he cleaned it up in a few bites.
It was not until sunset that the noisy sounds outside gradually dissipated. Those who wanted to get Zhao Luochuan drunk had to be supported by others to walk back. Zhao Fangyu had offended Zhao Luochuan from the beginning. The two of them drank the most and were the most drunk.
Zhao Luochuan was still able to walk back on his own, although his steps were unsteady, but at least he found the right door.
Zhao Fangyu slumped over the table and didn't remember anything. It was Zhu Cuilan and Zhao Fangchu who helped him back. The same thing happened to Zhao He.
The door to the room was pushed open, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted in as Zhao Luochuan walked in. It was the first time Yang Donghu had seen Zhao Luochuan so drunk, so he whispered, "Are you okay?"
Zhao Luochuan didn't answer. He took the prepared wine glass from the table, filled it with wine, and walked to the bed. The wine glass for drinking the wedding wine was not big, so he could only take a small sip.
"Donghu, it's time to drink the wedding wine."
After drinking the wedding wine, it was time to enter the bridal chamber. Yang Donghu still felt shy when thinking about these things after being with him for a long time. He took the wine glass from Zhao Luochuan's hand, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other. This wine was fruit wine dug out from the ground. It had been stored for a long time, and it didn't smell like alcohol, but only fruit.
The moment he drank it, Zhao Luochuan seemed to be unable to wait and lifted up the troublesome red veil. The red lips and white teeth under the veil mesmerized his eyes. He stood up and pressed on Yang Donghu regardless of anything, blocking his lips before he could say no. The two exchanged a deep kiss with a strong smell of alcohol.
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