Walking into the bridal chamber, Xiang Xiaoqiang suppressed the pounding in his chest, swung his broad sleeves, and walked with steady steps until he walked to a place a few steps away from the bed and stood still.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the dark, looming curtains, imagining how charming and shy Zhu Yourong looked inside... His mouth was dry, he calmed down his breathing, and said hoarsely:
"Then what...sleep...have you slept?"
no answer.
Xiang Xiaoqiang swallowed, crept forward and gently opened a layer of curtains with trembling hands.
Another layer was opened.
Then, another layer was opened...
It was pitch dark inside and nothing could be seen. Xiang Xiaoqiang was so excited that he almost fainted. He bent down and touched the bed tremblingly while sniffing the air deeply, looking for Zhu Yourong's breath...
"Ahem..." Suddenly, Zhu Yourong's voice came from far behind, "I...I haven't slept yet..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was startled, jumped up, turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, and then he could vaguely make out that in the shadow of the corner seven or eight meters away, there was a figure sitting on the sofa, who was vaguely Zhu Yourong.
I was so excited when I came in just now that I didn't even notice...Xiang Xiaoqiang was embarrassed. Zhu Yourong probably saw all his wretched looks just now. He coughed a few times in embarrassment, picked up two sleeves of his big robe, smiled mockingly, and slowly leaned over
.
After walking a few steps, Zhu Yourong also stood up and walked towards him, but he also looked very nervous.
Ri... As he walked towards Xiaoqiang, he cursed secretly, this bedroom is too big, it is as small as half a tennis court, and there are only a few marble pillars... The two of them just walked towards each other, passing two marble pillars.
, two fireplaces, four bronze floor lamps, three sofas, two sets of armor, a bear skin, and sixteen granite floor tiles, they finally stood face to face.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight pours in and shines on the two of them. Zhu Yourong has taken off the phoenix crown and harem from the wedding, and is wearing a light yellow Han-style nightgown, which is also a wide robe with big sleeves and a long skirt that touches the floor. She
Her long hair was not tied up, but draped down her back like a waterfall. It was still a little wet, and she must have just taken a shower.
Under the moonlight, Zhu Yourong looked like a beautiful ancient Greek sculpture. She gently raised her head and looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang, her expression very unnatural. As Xiang Xiaoqiang's obsessed eyes wandered over her face and body, Zhu Yourong became more and more excited.
Unnaturally, he slowly lowered his head and his chest heaved.
"Quite... quite..." Zhu Yourong looked around, looking for something to say. He said with a slightly trembling voice, "Well... I heard from Zijin that you are not used to the title of prince... It doesn't matter, I
When I first came to the throne, I wasn't used to it either... I'll get better slowly..."
Seeing that Zhu Yourong, the queen, was also so nervous, even more nervous than himself, Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately relaxed. He suddenly understood: I am nervous, Zhu Yourong is more nervous than me. Because tonight is her first time, I
But someone came over.
Tonight, I should be the one slowly guiding her...
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled, stretched out his arms, gently hugged Zhu Yourong, and took her into his arms.
At this moment, Xiang Xiaoqiang felt as if the body in his arms had been shocked by an electric shock. He stiffened for a moment, but then slowly relaxed. There was no perfume smell, only a faint, refreshing scent of soap, looming.
He lowered his head to Xiaoqiang, kissed the tip of her nose, and smiled softly:
"Who said I am not used to it... I am used to it."
Zhu Yourong raised his head and smiled dryly:
"Haha... Just get used to it... Well, but, if you come with me... let alone being a widower... Haha."
After saying this to Xiaoqiang, he leaned down gently.
Zhu Yourong closed his eyes, frowned, and nodded:
"Uh-huh……"
Finally, the long-awaited picture appeared before our eyes.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was almost overwhelmed with blood.
He used the last bit of reason he had left to speak the last words in a hoarse voice:
"i love you..."
Then he kissed her.
A powerful electric current spread throughout Zhu Yourong's body. She finally couldn't control it and made an intoxicating sound from her throat:
"You...stand up for it...don't you...don't understand English?"