The lights were dim, the bright red quilt set off the snow-white skin, and pressed the black hair, everything unusually stimulated the cold nerves.
"Severe cold."
"Um?"
"Don't use that, I won't take any medicine."
The man's movements only paused for a moment, and then he was attacked like a storm, "You want to give me a child?"
"Well, I want to give you a child that looks like you..."
"good……"
The curtains were only half-opened, and the moonlight sneaked in, peering into the sacred ceremony between men and women. She seemed to blush with embarrassment, and hid behind the clouds, vaguely listening to the faint sound, and became more and more afraid to show her face.
There is only the festive light of red lanterns in the courtyard, and the whole world is dreamy.
…
early morning
Song Xiang lay on the bedside, biting his fingers gently, his chest rising and falling slightly.
There was a gift box beside the bed, which Yan Han had just opened. It was a wedding gift from Wang Fuxue, and she was now wearing it.
The red silk pajamas, draped loosely, have a certain charm to them.
Yan Han came out of the bathroom and put on a hot towel.
"Get out of here..."
When Song Xiang saw him approaching, he instinctively shrank.
Yan Han brought her over, rubbed her gently, and kissed the tip of her nose.
The two spoke in a low voice, only each other could hear. Song Xiang closed her eyes and hummed twice when she heard what he said.
"The outfit Gu Lian gave me will be worn again later."
Song Xiang turned away, "Did you see it?"
"A good gift with connotation." Yanhan tsked and praised, "She is indeed a woman who has been in charge of Jindi and Liancheng."
Song Xiang: "..."
She had opened the gift box and was almost frightened to death. Instead of clothes, it was just a few pieces of... fabric.
She thought that Gu Lian was really stable after becoming a mother, but in fact, she was just as fiery as before, which scared her to death.
"Why didn't you choose that one just now?" she asked.
Yan Han: "Everything should be done step by step. Isn't it the wedding night dress that reaches its peak all of a sudden? It's easy to go high and go low."
Song Xiang bit his lip and punched him lightly, "Dog thief."
"Yes, I'm a thief." He bullied her so hard that he recognized his mistake, threw away the towel, and wrapped her up, "Are you hungry?"
Song Xiang nodded.
"There are glutinous rice balls downstairs, do you want to eat them?"
"Um……"
Yan Han put her down, walked out barefoot, and soon brought in food.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms, ate from his hands, and said with a slightly hoarse voice: "I met Nan Che today."
Yan Han paused his hand and said, "Carriage driver?"
Song Xiang was surprised, "You know?"
"He was brave and fair, and he even gave us gifts."
Song Xiang raised his head, "Li?"
Yan Han nodded, let go of her to pick up the coat on the ground, and took something out of his pocket.
It's a small box. When you open it, you'll find a necklace inside.
It doesn't look expensive, but the style is very old.
"He said this was intended to be given to your mother back then, but it was not given to you. Now it is given to you."
Song Xiang took the things and felt very complicated.
"Can we see you again in the future?"
"Of course you can, there are plenty of opportunities."
Yan Han held the bowl and continued to feed her, "After eating, go to bed. I'll be very busy when I get up tomorrow morning. When I'm dreaming, I'll think about where we will go for our honeymoon."
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and felt relieved when she heard his thumping heartbeat.
"It doesn't matter where I go, as long as I have you." She said, and then said to him: "You can eat one too, it's so sweet."
"Can I be as sweet as you?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, grabbed the spoon, scooped one out and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yan Han swallowed the glutinous rice balls, quarreled with her in a low voice, whispered words that should not be shared, threw the bowl, and rolled together again.