It was extremely quiet inside the wedding room, and there was a faint noise from outside.
The golden crown on her head was a bit heavy, and Wen Ranran rubbed her neck quietly - there was nothing she could do, who made her husband look richer and more expensive...
I don't know how long it took, but Wen Ranran's head was drifting, almost falling asleep, when she felt the door creak open.
Wen Ranran twisted the handkerchief in her hand, feeling a little shy for the first time.
The hijab in front of her was lifted by Ruyi Scale, and Wen Ranran's eyes lit up. Against the candlelight, she saw Xia Lishuang's sexy jawline.
A low voice sounded in her ears, smelling of alcohol.
"You've been waiting for a long time?"
"Also...it didn't take long..." Wen Ranran bit her lip, her cheeks almost burning.
It’s strange, even though we are already so familiar with each other, why...why do I still feel shy now?
The heavy phoenix crown on her head was removed, and Wen Ranran suddenly felt her neck relaxed a lot. Only then did she see clearly the layout of the wedding room.
Hmm... The food and wine are on the shelf, the hot water is ready, and there is a certain professional and technical book on the bedside. The richness of the pictures is actually more beautiful than what Jiang Shu and Wen Yuwan gave me?
The alcohol-smelling kiss fell on the hair, and Xia Lishuang gently kissed Wen Ranran's hair with a deadly tenderness in her tone.
"Ranran...my wife!"
Wen Ranran chuckled at the tickle, her laughter was crisp and a little shy.
Xia Lishuang's eyes darkened instantly, and just as he was about to kiss her, he heard the little fox's stomach growling.
"..."
The sound silenced both of them for a moment.
Xia Lishuang's eyes were deep and she didn't say anything. She just pulled Wen Ranran and came to the table.
"Eat first!" His tone was gentle, but with a deliberately suppressed calmness.
Wen Ranran nodded and looked at the food and wine on the table, suffocating for a moment.
Braised kidneys, steamed soft-shelled turtle, Codonopsis root and American soup, and velvet antler wine... most of them are aphrodisiacs?
Wen Ranran clearly saw that for a moment, Xia Lishuang's expression seemed to change.
Wen Ranran finally turned her attention to the snacks on the side and happily finished a plate of snacks. When she turned around, she saw Xia Lishuang raising her eyebrows at her while holding two wine glasses.
"Drink?"
Wen Ranran nodded vaguely.
After drinking a glass of wine, Wen Ranran's cheeks seemed to get even hotter.
Xia Lishuang seemed dissatisfied and dragged her to drink a few more drinks until she became unconscious.
"So this is what getting married is like..." Wen Ranran was drunk and hugged Xia Lishuang with a smile, "When I was a child... I traveled all over the country with my grandfather and attended weddings in many places. The customs in each place were different.
Likewise, some can even sing ballads!"
"What ballad?"
"Red silk quilt, blue silk curtain, bring grains to spread on my bed, phoenix candles, dragon candles, embroidered mandarin ducks on the gold thread pillow, mandarin ducks and geese sing..." Wen Ranran hummed softly, halfway through,
Wen Ranran suddenly exclaimed.
Xia Lishuang bent down and picked her up in the air.
The world was spinning, Wen Ranran was placed on the bed, and Xia Lishuang's tall body covered her.
"What are you talking about?" Xia Lishuang touched her lips with her calloused fingers and whispered.
This movement was gentle and lustful. Wen Ranran felt that her mind had turned into a blurry cloud. She murmured: "... Mandarin ducks and Hong geese sing...Hands...Hanging both hands on the golden hook..."
Halfway through the song, Wen Ranran suddenly realized something was wrong.
This, this, this... this is not a song... this is clearly...
However, Xia Lishuang no longer gave her a chance to think about it, and she kissed her carefully, falling on Ruhua's delicate lips, Ruyu's neck, delicate collarbones, and her small waist...
Wen Ranran had never seen Xia Lishuang like this before. Xia Lishuang was always as gentle as jade on weekdays, and his emotions rarely fluctuated. But that night, he had scarlet eyes and pinched her
The waist is fierce and rough, as if tireless, but the tone is still gentle.
"Good Ranran, will you sing it to your husband again?"
"Well...enter the house...the door is closed...Jiaorui...Yingying is timid...calling for husband~lang..."
The corners of Wen Ranran's eyes were stained with a seductive crimson, and she was filled with tears. She sang intermittently, with only one thought in her heart.