A night of passion, their affection for each other need not be said. Only when both were exhausted did they finally stop. Leng Mingye gazed tenderly at the shy, panting figure nestled in his arms, his heart aching with love.
“Rest if you’re tired. I promise I won’t move anymore,” he murmured softly.
Recalling how she had tensed up, her delicate brows furrowed in nervousness when they first joined, Leng Mingye had wanted to continue their intimacy. Though they had grown close over these days and he had even imagined their future together, their complicated statuses held him back.
He knew her feelings for him, and he often reminisced about their first encounter—the intoxicating thrill she had given him. Yet, her reserved nature made him hesitate to push further. He could only silently watch over her, protecting her from the shadows.
Even now, after their wedding night, surrounded by blessings, it still felt like a dream.
Finally, they were truly one—body and soul. If not for the lingering guests and elders waiting outside to toast, he would have swept her up in his arms and cheered in pure joy.
Looking down at her sweat-dampened hair, recalling his rare recklessness and her initial tension gradually melting into acceptance, Leng Mingye tightened his arms around her slender waist. Guilt pricked him as he remembered his wild abandon, disregarding her discomfort. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Mmm.”
Finally united with the man she loved, though they had been intimate before, it had been under the influence of medicine—painful and instinct-driven, devoid of the sweetness and excitement she felt now.
Meeting his tender gaze, Wan Qing nodded obediently, sensing his lingering arousal. Blushing, she responded softly before slowly closing her eyes.
Seeing her drift into sleep, her light snores soon filling the air, Leng Mingye realized just how exhausted she was. Though her relaxed warmth stirred his desire again, the dark circles under her eyes and her weary expression made him suppress his urges with a deep breath.
Gazing at the carefree girl in his arms, he chuckled fondly. “You little enchantress. You haunted my dreams before, and now that I’ve truly tasted your passion and tenderness, I can’t get enough.” Amused by his own lack of restraint, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her unique herbal fragrance, and gradually succumbed to sleep.
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Morning came.
Wan Qing awoke to the sight of a bridal chamber adorned with red “double happiness” characters. Startled at first, she soon remembered—she was now Leng Mingye’s wife.
Then she felt it—a bare, scorching body pressed against her back.
Whipping her head around in alarm, she gasped as his lips brushed her cheek. Her face burned crimson at the sight of his exposed, muscular chest.
“You—”
“Awake? You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you.” His voice was husky. “Qing’er, you’re so beautiful like this… I can’t help but—”
Her flushed cheeks, shy as a blooming flower waiting to be plucked, only fueled his desire. His hands, already restless, began roaming her bare skin.
“Mingye, you—!”
Realizing his bold exploration, Wan Qing stiffened. Though her waist still ached, the heat in his eyes made her fluster. Yet, under his relentless advances, she soon surrendered, clutching his shoulders as they indulged in morning passion.
By the end, she was too spent to move.
“You’re awful! How can I face anyone like this now?”
Noticing the faint bruises on her arms—marks from their fervor—she glared at him, swatting away his hand as he traced her shoulder.
“My apologies,” he chuckled, unrepentant. “Let me make it up to you. We’ve slept long enough—it’s time to rise, or people will worry.”
Despite her protests, he dressed her himself, amused by her shyness.
“I can do it myself—ah!”
Struggling to stand, her legs gave way instantly.
“Still stubborn?” He caught her, wrapping the blanket around her. “I’ve seen all of you already. If those you poisoned saw you like this, they’d think they misjudged you.”
Though embarrassed, she allowed him to dress her, grumbling all the while.
“It’s all your fault! I told you to be gentle, but you were so impatient—now I can barely walk!”
“Let me apply some ointment,” he offered guiltily, ignoring her protests as he tended to her.
With a sigh, he helped her sit before turning to tidy the bed.
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