When the clouds and rain fell, Ming Wuyou nestled in Murong Yu's arms, his eyes lazy and charming as silk threads.
In the silent new house, the only sounds were the heartbeats of the two of them and the crackling sound of burning candles.
The dragon and phoenix candles have not yet burned out, and there are beautiful fireworks dancing.
Ming Wuyou glanced at it, feeling a little annoyed: "How come you can't help but explain? Grandma said that sitting with flowers and candles is auspicious..."
"My fault." Murong Yu chuckled, turned her face to his and kissed her cheek, "I'll help you sit down now."
Ming Wuyou: "..."
"Isn't this one enough?" Murong Yu wrapped her up in a quilt and stood up to put on her clothes. "How about two?"
"It's already passed the time." Ming Wuyou held him back speechlessly, "Don't go!"
With one move of her lotus-rooted arm, she grabbed the hem of Murong's royal robe, revealing a large area of spring glory.
Murong Yu's eyes were dark and he sat there without moving.
After a moment, he grabbed Ming Wuyou's hand and leaned forward, "Does the album look good?"
"What painting..." Ming Wuyou was confused for a moment, then realized something, and his face suddenly turned red: "How do you know?"
She recalled what he had said in a daze at that time and blurted out: "Did you prepare it?"
"Does it look good?"
Murong Yu didn't answer the question, and moved closer to her, grabbing her quilt with his hand.
Ming Wuyou quickly grabbed the corner of the quilt: "You...when did you become bold and bold? I'm tired, I don't want it anymore!"
"But -" Murong Yu put his hand into the quilt: "I'm cold, don't you give me any quilt?"
Ming Wuyou stayed for a while.
A person who has always been calm and cold, even if he looks a little gentle occasionally, he still looks like a mature man full of security. At this time, he actually spoke to her in a coquettish and teasing tone?
This was too much for her to handle!
Just when she was in a daze, Murong Yu's hand reached the destination he wanted to go to, and grabbed her waist. He did it very lightly, which made Ming Wuyou tickle and giggle.
Ming Wuyou lifted a corner of the quilt and said openly: "Then come in quickly, don't be cold."
Murong Yu, however, had no intention of doing so.
He glanced at the beautiful scenery under the brocade quilt, stared into Ming Wuyou's eyes and smiled: "I heard your stomach growling."
Murong Yu stood up and left in a good mood, leaving Ming Wuyou biting his lip and wrapped in a quilt, staring at his back.
What's going on with this guy today? He keeps teasing her as if he's enlightened, making her very embarrassed.
Murong Yu suddenly turned around: "Don't look at me with such resentment. Let me eat something first, and then I will spend the evening with you. I will definitely live up to your expectations."
Ming Wuyou immediately looked away.
Who is resentful?!
Who wants to spend time with him?
It still lives up to your expectations, she has no expectations at all!
After a while, Aunt Bai sent someone to bring warm meals in, placed them outside, and then left respectfully.
Ming Wuyou glanced at the pajamas on the ground, which were still a little far away from the bed.
Of course she would be embarrassed to ask someone to come in and serve her now.
But Murong Yu sat there and seemed to have no intention of coming forward to hand it to her.
Ming Wuyou's eyes were really full of resentment this time, and he stared at Murong Yu for a while, "Your Highness, don't you want to do something?"
Murong Yu said calmly: "Does the princess want me to do something?"
Ming Wuyou: "..."
She raised her voice toward the outside: "Leng Yun?"
Leng Yun, who was guarding outside the door, hesitated and asked, "What are your orders, Princess?"
"You come in."
"……yes."
Murong Yu's ears were sharp and he had already heard the sound of Leng Yun walking towards the door.
"Back off."
He said indifferently, got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, "What do you want me to do?"
"What do you think?"
Ming Wuyou glanced at Murong Yu angrily and looked away.
"..." Murong Yu asked hesitantly: "Are you angry?"
Ming Wuyou didn't say a word.
Murong Yu paused, then hugged Ming Wuyou directly with the quilt, being careful not to pull her hair.
After settling her in his arms, he touched Ming Wuyou's eyes with his lips and said, "Oh, Wuyou, don't be angry. I just want you to be coquettish and say nice soft words to me."
"You want some clothes, right? I'll help you change."
Murong Yu pushed his palm flat, and opened the wardrobe not far away. He raised his palm again, and with his inner strength, he picked up a red soft satin dress and dropped it into his hand.
Then, Murong Yu took off the quilt, helped Ming Wuyou put on her clothes in a polite manner, and took her to the table.
Ming Wuyou was very hungry and had no time to lose his temper with him, so he just immersed himself in eating.
Her long, disheveled hair fell in front of her face, making it a little inconvenient for her to block it.
Ming Wuyou was about to put down his chopsticks to comb his hair, but a big hand pinched the hair in advance and tied it behind his head with a red hair tie.
Ming Wuyou glanced at Murong Yu.
Murong Yuze gave her a faint smile, which contained a hint of endearment.
Ming Wuyou's previous little anger suddenly disappeared.
While eating, a servant came in to clean up the mattress and replace it with a dry one. Ming Wuyou lowered his head a little, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
The meal was eaten in silence.
Murong Yu sometimes brought her vegetables, sometimes filled her with soup, and took good care of her.
When she put down her chopsticks, Murong Yu picked her up again and placed her on his lap, "Ming Wuyou."
He leaned against her ear and asked in a low voice: "Is the album good-looking?"
Ming Wuyou's face turned red, and he couldn't understand why this person kept holding on to her.
Murong Yuxiao asked: "Then do you know which page I like?"
Ming Wuyou's blood immediately rushed to his forehead, and he stuttered: "You, who cares what you like, it's very late..."
"Yes, it's very late." He hugged Ming Wuyou and turned to face each other, "How can we live up to the spring night in the wedding room with flowers and candles?"
Murong Yu's kiss fell on her neck, and he said warmly: "After you've eaten, let's get down to business."
Ming Wuyou felt a little itchy from the heat, so his hand fell on his face, wanting to push but not really wanting to.
He was actually very gentle just now. Apart from her weakness in her hands and feet, she didn't feel any discomfort.
And last time in Wuyou Pavilion, he was also extremely gentle.
Those terrible memories in the Hot Spring Palace were almost wiped away by these two tender moments.
His eyes swept over the dancing candlelight beside the bed. Ming Wuyou finally closed his eyes, and his hands fell from his cheeks to his shoulders. In front of him, he measured the countless scars on his body with his fingertips.
They are husband and wife.
She completely owns this man, and will give birth to the blood of the two of them in the near future. From then on, they will live happily ever after.
Just thinking about it makes me feel heart-warming.
Murong Yu breathed heavily: "The page I like is just like this..."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded lightly, "I like it too."
Murong Yu's movements stagnated, and in the next moment, the flames of passion surged, causing bones to sink. This chapter has been completed!