Lin Yajun's lips were soft and warm, and Zhao Canchen's increasingly intense kisses made her heart beat faster.
She closed her eyes slightly, feeling Zhao Canchen's passion, and couldn't help but return the kiss. This made Zhao Canchen even more excited, wanting to be more intimate in order to release the passion within him.
Zhao Canchen's hands groped somewhat awkwardly at Lin Yajun's wedding dress. He wanted to help her take off this festive garment, but found himself at a loss as to where to begin.
Just as he was feeling a little embarrassed, Lin Yajun said gently, "I'll do it."
Lin Yajun's voice was like heavenly music, filling Zhao Canchen's heart with warmth.
He watched as Lin Yajun's nimble fingers unbuttoned her wedding dress, then gently pulled it off, revealing an exquisite red silk undergarment embroidered with twin lotus blossoms.
Lin Yajun first took off her own wedding dress, then turned around to take off Zhao Canchen's wedding robe, and then walked to the clothes rack to place the two wedding dresses neatly on the rack.
She turned her head again and saw Zhao Canchen, dressed in his undergarments, looking at her with expectant and affectionate eyes. His gaze revealed his longing and love for her, which instantly made Lin Yajun's cheeks flush.
Lin Yajun lowered her head shyly and slowly walked towards Zhao Canchen. The distance between them grew closer and closer, and they could clearly feel each other's breath.
Finally, they reached the bedside, climbed onto the bed together, and then lowered the canopy symbolizing a long and happy marriage and many children and grandchildren.
In this warm and happy atmosphere, Zhao Canchen and Lin Yajun embraced tightly. Their love was sublimated at this moment, and a new chapter in their lives began.
The newlyweds were deeply in love, and when they took a short break, they would chat for a while.
That night, the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the windowpanes of the bridal chamber, casting a soft silver glow over the entire room. Inside, red candles flickered, illuminating two young and shy faces.
Zhao Canchen and Lin Yajun, the newlyweds, lay quietly in bed, their bodies pressed tightly together. Their heartbeats intertwined, and they could hear each other's inner voices.
At first, they were simply busy exploring each other silently and affectionately, the fusion of their love magical and delightful. They felt each other's passion, occasionally gazing into each other's eyes with deep affection, their love growing ever stronger.
As time went by, they began to talk quietly during their breaks, sharing their past, present, and future.
Zhao Canchen sighed, "I can't believe I got married so quickly, and married the woman I love. It all feels like a beautiful dream, and I'm afraid I'll wake up and find that it was all just an illusion."
Lin Yajun responded softly, "I didn't expect this either. I always thought I would grow old alone, or that I would become a woman and live a free and unrestrained life. But now, we've gotten married so quickly. It's truly a wonderful thing."
Zhao Canchen hugged her tightly and comforted her, "Now that you have me, and with our children in the future, you no longer need to register a household with a female relative. We will walk through every day together until we grow old."
His voice was both gentle and firm, which made Lin Yajun feel incredibly at ease.
She chuckled softly and said, "I feel so happy to be with you."
"Jun'er, I am the happiest person in the world." Zhao Canchen smiled and looked at her affectionately, his love growing stronger.
He slowly leaned down and gently kissed Lin Yajun's red lips. The kiss was initially very gentle, like a breeze rippling across a lake. But as they responded to each other, the kiss grew more and more passionate, like a burning flame igniting their passion.
Lin Yajun's hands unconsciously wrapped around Zhao Canchen's neck, responding to his passion. Their bodies drew closer, their breathing quickened. In this fervent atmosphere, they seemed to forget the existence of time and space; only their love and desire intertwined and spread.
"Xiao Jun, let's... okay?" Zhao Canchen whispered in her ear, his voice filled with longing.
A blush rose on Lin Yajun's cheeks, and she let out a soft moan, responding with an equally passionate kiss. The two were once again immersed in a sea of passion, fully savoring their love for each other.
They were like two intertwined vines, inseparable. His gaze always fell tenderly on her, and her smile in return was filled with sweetness and dependence.
On their wedding night, the newlyweds recalled the words that the old woman had said and were filled with emotion.
The old woman had said that their wedding night would begin a brand new life for them, and now, their lives are indeed getting better and better.
The groom looked tenderly at the bride and whispered, "Ah Jun, I will always love you and cherish you like this, making you the happiest woman in the world."
The bride responded emotionally, "Achen, I will always love you and cherish you. We will walk through every spring, summer, autumn and winter together and grow old together."
The groom smiled, his eyes filled with affection, and said, "Ah Jun, growing old together is not enough. I hope we can be together for all eternity, never to be separated."
The bride's eyes welled up with tears. She held the groom's hand tightly and said firmly, "Okay, we will be together for all eternity. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will face them hand in hand."
On this beautiful night, they made an eternal vow to each other, believing that their love would shine with endless light like the stars in the night sky, forever.
...
The Prince Lu's Mansion to the east appeared particularly solemn and dignified under the cover of night. In a beautiful little house in the front courtyard of the mansion, candlelight flickered, illuminating the entire room.
It was already past midnight, but the candlelight in the room was still burning. King Lu held a plump, fair-skinned beauty in his arms; her skin was as white as snow, soft and boneless, making King Lu unable to put her down.
King Lu would occasionally pinch the beauty's breasts or buttocks hard, causing her to cry out in pain, "Ouch!" which would make King Lu burst into laughter. The beauty's cries of pain were like a delicious appetizer, and King Lu drank for several hours with these sounds as he listened.
King Lu held a wine cup in one hand, gently swirling the wine inside, watching the liquid ripple in the candlelight.
The beautiful woman offered a toast with great courtesy, saying, "Your Highness, this concubine toasts you."
"You drink half, and I'll drink the rest," he said with a smile on his chubby face.
The beautiful woman obediently drank half a cup of wine before bringing the cup to the Prince of Lu's lips, saying, "Your Highness, please drink."
King Lu drank the wine in one gulp. He smelled the aroma of the wine mixed with the fragrance of a beautiful woman's perfume, and took a deep breath. "What a fragrant wine!"
The clerk standing inside the room had his head down and his eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep at any moment.
When King Lu heard the drumbeats outside, he realized it was getting late. He looked outside but there was still no movement, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"Why haven't we heard any news of that boy being cursed to death yet?" King Lu was getting impatient. He frowned and said unhappily, "I didn't send anyone to assassinate him today because I was waiting for news of him being cursed to death by the Lin family. Why hasn't he been cursed to death yet?"
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