Feng Qingcheng pushed Long Moyuan to the bedside.
Long Moyuan pushed himself up onto the bed with both hands.
That was a quick and efficient move.
Feng Qingcheng was in an awkward situation. Standing was not appropriate, since the person on the bed was the one she needed to cling to.
She could only sit down.
The room was filled with an extremely ambiguous atmosphere, with countless red candles lit all around and "double happiness" characters pasted everywhere.
This is their wedding night.
They say a moment of bliss on the wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; if we don't hurry up and consummate our marriage, dawn will break soon.
Remembering how the little piggy had asked her to cultivate together more often, Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but blush.
However, she couldn't bring herself to engage in dual cultivation with two men in one night.
How could she explain to Prince An that she didn't want to consummate their marriage?
How embarrassing.
Their eyes met, and countless sparks exploded in the air.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ah Cheng, you finally married me." Long Moyuan said excitedly, his face flushed.
The man's handsome face was as if sculpted by God, with distinct features and exceptional beauty.
He stared intently at her.
Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly raced.
Prince An, you are so handsome, so dashing, and so infatuated!
Oh no, she felt like she was about to melt into his tender eyes.
When facing enemies, his eyes are as cold as knives; when facing his lover, he is as tender as water.
Oh my god, this kind of man is so tempting.
My heart is racing.
The man reached out, his long, slender fingers gently stroking her cheek.
Feng Qingcheng felt as if her whole body was on fire.
He gave her an impression of being incredibly gentle, unlike the silver-masked boy, who was passionate and fierce.
But even the gentlest man will eventually turn into a wolf when he sleeps with a woman, right?
Feng Qingcheng was worried that Prince An would be as fierce as the silver-masked youth when he tried to cultivate with her.
Good heavens, my face is so red.
What should she do?
She clenched her fingers nervously, thinking, "Should I just poison Long Moyuan to death?"
No, no, he is the young lady's favorite person. She can't take his body and then kill his husband, can she?
Pah, pah, pah! Prince An is impotent, what is she thinking?
It's all that little pervert's fault for leading her astray.
She said he smelled so good and she wanted to pounce on him!
Pshaw, she pounced on him. He has to be able to do it!
"Your Highness." Feng Qingcheng feigned shyness and covered her face with her sleeve.
You can't see me, you can't see me.
Long Moyuan's face turned even redder. He hurriedly looked away, his voice hoarse, "Acheng, you should still call me Ayuan."
A Yuan?
The scenes of the young lady's love with Long Moyuan replayed in her mind one by one.
The boy doted on her with all his might, even his kisses were so careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Feng Qingcheng quickly dismissed these images, "Your Highness, isn't this... inappropriate?"
Ah Yuan, we're too intimate, it's really hard to say.
It's hard to imagine that the young lady, who is so aloof, would actually call out the name A Yuan, which gives me goosebumps.
The man quickly grabbed her hand, forcing her to meet his eyes again.
“That’s what you used to call me, Ah Cheng.”
A hint of stubbornness appeared in the man's eyes.
Feng Chengqing immediately found an excuse for herself, "I was young and impetuous before, and I didn't know any better."
"Ah Cheng." Long Moyuan pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
He looked as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
Feng Qingcheng was so frightened that she dared not move.
However, she later realized that her worries were unnecessary, since Prince An was impotent.
She was actually nervous.
That's hilarious.
Sure enough, after hugging for a while, Long Moyuan let go of her, but quickly stole a kiss from her.
Feng Qingcheng was so frightened that she shuddered.
Oh my god, Prince An's lips are so hot, they're just as fiery as the silver-masked youth's.
Pui pui pui, why is she thinking about the silver-masked boy again?
It was nothing more than a fleeting affair; to put it bluntly, it was just a one-night stand, nothing more.
The other person finished eating, wiped their mouth, and left without even leaving their name.
Sigh, she lost her virginity to a stranger.
"Ah Cheng, are you shy?" Long Moyuan smiled.
"Huh? No."
"Call me A Yuan," the man insisted again.
“A Yuan”.
The man smiled again. "It sounds nice."
Feng Qingcheng, "..."
Next, Long Moyuan removed the hairpin from her hair, and her long, black hair was let down.
"Ah Cheng, you're so beautiful." Long Moyuan couldn't help but kiss her hair.
Feng Qingcheng wanted to stop him, but she was afraid of hurting his pride.
Since people can't have sex, let's just kiss and hug and bear with it.
But soon, Feng Qingcheng sensed something was wrong; this guy was actually unbuttoning her clothes!
Oh dear, does he intend to use another method?
She doesn't have that kind of fetish!
Feng Qingcheng immediately reached out and stopped him.
"Ah Yuan, I'm a little tired from refining pills today."
Long Moyuan looked at her with heartache, "Acheng, I know it's inconvenient to sleep in this wedding dress, take it off."
Take it off.
If you take your clothes off, it'll be easier to make your move, right?
You scoundrel!
Pshaw, he's the young lady's husband, it's perfectly legal for me to give him my body.
Waaah, I really want to cry.
Alright, let's take it one step at a time. If he really dares to mess around, she's not one to be trifled with!
Then, Long Moyuan took off Feng Qingcheng's wedding dress, and he also took off his own wedding dress.
He lay down first, "Acheng, go to sleep."
ah?
He just fell asleep like that?
She was clearly overthinking things. Prince An simply wanted to share a bed with her. Look at the lewd images she was having.
Feng Qingcheng lay down next to Long Moyuan, who looked at her with a smile, "Acheng, I'm sorry to have wronged you."
Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "It's nothing."
He took her hand, his eyes burning as he looked at her. "Acheng, may I hug you?"
Feng Qingcheng wanted to refuse, but seeing how pitiful the other person was, she blushed and nodded.
Long Moyuan stretched out his arm, and Feng Qingcheng unceremoniously used it as a pillow.
She likes to sleep with a high pillow, and this pillow is indeed a bit low.
Having a human pillow is great.
Feng Qingcheng found a comfortable position in Long Moyuan's arms.
This guy smells so good.
This fragrance feels similar to the scent emanating from the silver-masked man.
She likes it.
Long Moyuan kissed her hair. "Acheng, go to sleep."
"Hmm." Feng Qingcheng closed her eyes, but quickly opened them again. "A Yuan."
"Um?"
Prince An's voice is so beautiful, I'm captivated, completely captivated.
"Back then, I didn't abandon you."
She felt it necessary to explain on behalf of the young lady.
"I know I was framed, and you had to distance yourself from me to protect me."
He actually understands?
They really love each other deeply.
For the young lady to have such a devoted lover in her life, her journey to this continent has not been in vain.
"It's good that you understand."
"Ah Cheng, I've always understood your feelings, and I will always love you and protect you."
"Um."
The woman in his arms was breathing evenly; she was asleep.
Yes, she was indeed exhausted tonight.
I wonder if she heard what he said next.
Long Moyuan couldn't help but kiss her a few more times, and finally held her in his arms as they fell into a deep sleep.
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