When his lips came up, she felt as if a burst of electricity passed through her whole body, making her feel warm.
His lips were softer than she expected. When he touched her lips, she wanted to turn her head and dodge.
It's just that he put one hand on her waist, and the other hand held her head tightly, preventing her from moving.
She had no choice but to meet his warm, moist lips.
Her body was extremely stiff, and her heart was beating "thump, thump" all the time. Because of his body temperature, she felt as if she was in a hot spring pool, her whole body was boiling hot.
She stayed as pure as a jade for thirty years, and the result...
He kissed her lips gently, his movements were slow and soft, as if he was tasting fine wine and fairy fruit, but it made her feel an inexplicable sourness in her heart.
It seemed that someone had kissed her like this in a distant dream.
That person was obviously not Cang Xuan. He did not have such dazzling red hair, and the touch on his lips was not as warm.
For some reason, when she thought of the person in her dream, the corners of her eyes were sore and her heart throbbed slightly, making her moan softly.
There was a slight coolness on her lips, Cang Xuan's lips had already left, but his unique cold fragrance was all over her body and face, which made her originally confused mind slightly clearer.
"Meng'er, don't leave me!" He held her in his arms, gently pressed his chin against her hair, and whispered like a whisper.
"Are we getting married?"
Shi Meng stared blankly at the bright pearl in front of her that illuminated the entire palace. The scene of her wedding day flashed through her mind, but the fragments were fragmented, none of them complete.
The person behind him froze slightly and asked tentatively: "Meng'er still remembers the wedding?"
Xi Meng raised his head, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "I did forget a lot of things, right?" As he said that, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said sadly, "I only remember some fragments of the wedding, do you still remember it?"
You didn’t tell me why I was seriously injured?”
Hearing this, Cang Xuan was a little relieved, she didn't think of anything.
"During the wedding banquet, the demon-suppressing army suddenly broke in and left. It was because of my husband's carelessness that they hurt Meng'er."
Xi Meng lowered his eyebrows and did not see the slight sadness flashing through Cang Xuan's eyes at this moment.
When he finished speaking, she realized that he actually called himself "husband"? She raised her eyebrows and remembered something that gave her a headache.
The man who had become her husband inexplicably was the lord who was leaving the country, and he had lived for an unknown number of years. The palace might have married many wives long ago, and she suddenly felt at a loss.
"Well, since I don't remember that, can I..." She raised her face and looked at him, looking a little timid.
Cang Xuan nodded and motioned for her to continue.
Her voice gradually lowered, "Can I not count?"
"What?" Cang Xuan looked at her intently, not understanding what she wanted to express.
She lowered her jaw, like a child who had done something wrong, and spoke her intention in a low voice, "I can't remember anything about you and me, not even the wedding. I feel so embarrassed,
Well, can the wedding not be counted?"
Hearing this, Cang Xuan paused for a moment, then reached out to lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Although his voice was soft, he could not refuse.
"No! Marriage is not a trivial matter. You and I have worshiped the heaven and the earth, how can you not do it if you just say it doesn't count? It's just..."
He saw that her face was slightly red, and there seemed to be deep grievances hidden between her eyebrows. His heart softened, and he changed the topic and continued: "It's okay to forget about the past, but from now on, just be Meng'er."
How about meeting me for the first time?"
When Xi Meng heard what he said, she felt secretly happy and nodded silently.
She thought to herself that since it was her first acquaintance, the wedding should not count. Just when she was about to argue, she saw the corners of his lips slightly curved and said with a smile: "Although it is our first acquaintance, Meng'er still needs to always remember that you and I
We are now husband and wife, not strangers."
It seems that the dream needs to be argued with reason, "But we just met, how can we become husband and wife?"
"My husband just said that the wedding is already done. How can we not count it because Meng'er forgot about it for a moment? I have heard that many mortal couples are ordered by their parents and matchmakers. The two parties have never met each other before they get married. But
There are still many people who love each other after marriage. Could it be that Meng'er really doesn't care about her husband at all?"
Cang Xuan spoke in a low voice, and at the end of the sentence, he slowly released the hand that was gently squeezing her chin, and a trace of sadness rose in his eyes.
Seeing this in a dream, she felt slightly unbearable. After all, it was her who lost her memory and she couldn't blame others.
No matter how he tracked her down and made her willing to marry him, it all happened, and she just happened not to remember it.
She didn't respond for a long time, the sadness on Cang Xuan's face became more intense, and he sighed silently.
"If you really don't want to, then let it go! You are in good health, so don't get angry because of it!"
When Cang Xuan spoke, he slowly pushed her away from his arms and let her lean on the brocade quilt. However, he turned his back to her and sat on the side of the couch, falling into silence.
Xi Meng was weak, so she reluctantly moved her arm, took his right hand that was hanging on the couch, gently covered the back of his hand with her delicate white fingers, and whispered: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean that! It's just that
, It’s just that there are many ladies in your palace, it won’t matter even if I am missing one! But, but I am..."
Ximeng's voice trembled slightly, but Cang Xuan still did not turn around to look at her, letting her cold fingertips slide across the back of his hand, "Cang Xuan, you... do you really love me?"
It actually took her a lot of courage to ask this question.
It's not that the man in front of her doesn't make her attracted, it's that for her, all this is like the sneeze that made her travel through time and become a butterfly that night, making her panic and making her at a loss.
She didn't know how to face him, nor how to face herself, let alone the ladies in his palace.
Suddenly a red shadow flickered in front of her eyes, and the next second she had fallen into his hot embrace, his hot lips pressed domineeringly against her thin lips, and he kissed her almost crazily as if he wanted to prove something to her.
Xi Meng closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to look at him. Her body trembled slightly, but he hugged her tighter.
My mind went blank and I didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, his movements became much slower, and he felt the tip of his tongue gently teasing the corners of her lips, trying to open her closed teeth.
His slightly warm breath made her head feel heavier, but she secretly wanted to refuse. She gritted her teeth and let him lick the corners of her lips.
Or she didn't get a response, she just felt a sudden coldness on her lips, and he seemed to have stopped moving.
Just when she half-opened her eyes and wanted to take a peek, the sound of his rapid breathing came to her ears. His warm breath was accompanied by a faint fragrance, which made her lose consciousness for a moment.
When she was lost in thought, his kiss fell again, but this time it fell on her cheek, forehead, and slightly opened eyes.
Thin and dense, gentle and soft, like the warm spring sun, with bursts of warmth, her originally tense body gradually relaxed.