The morning light shines through the gaps in the thick window curtains into a quiet room, solidifying into a faint spot of light in the sky.
The dragon and phoenix red candles on the table had burned out, leaving only a pool of solidified dark red wax. The wine bottle fell to the ground, mixed with the messy clothes on the floor, and the faint smell of wine was mixed with the charming aura that had not yet dissipated.
There was a slight noise from the layers of gauze curtains on the bed. In the soft bed, Lin Qingyang opened her eyes with some effort. Then a pain as if being crushed by a heavy object swept through her body, and she couldn't help but snort.
"Are you awake?" A low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears.
The groggy consciousness suddenly woke up for a moment. He turned around and looked over, facing Cang Mo's smiling eyes. He didn't know when he woke up. At this time, he was supporting his head with one hand, lying on his side, staring at him for a moment.
The violence and madness of the past few days had faded from his eyes, replaced by a feeling of contentment after eating and drinking, and even a bit of strange docility. It was not like a wolf, but more like a large dog waiting for its owner to wake up by the bedside. But when he met Lin Qingyang's somewhat hazy and lazy eyes, those amber eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Have you seen enough?" Lin Qingyang's voice was extremely hoarse, with a thick nasal sound and a bit of anger.
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, he turned over and pressed forward, held his face and kissed her regardless.
Before Lin Qingyang could wake up, she was pressed on the bed and kissed until she felt dizzy and dizzy. She wanted to push the person away, but her body was so weak that she couldn't use any strength, so she could only let him kiss and nibble. Until the person was panting, Cang Mo reluctantly let go, but the person was still pressing on him, pressing her forehead, with bright eyes, looking straight at him, with lingering lust.
"Go down, I don't have the energy to make trouble with you!" Lin Qingyang frowned slightly.
Yesterday, he worked hard until dawn, and then he lost consciousness, and his head was still very dizzy now. However, the wolf was obviously in good physical condition and was still staring at him with piercing eyes.
Cang Mo licked his lips, looked at him quietly for a while, and finally turned over obediently and lay down next to him. The hands under the quilt were wrapped around his waist, pulling the man into his arms, burying his head in the crook of his neck with ambiguous traces, and sniffing his breath with nostalgia. Lin Qingyang was very sleepy at the moment, and had no strength in his body, so he was too lazy to struggle.
The hand placed on the pillow was grabbed, and the rough fingertips rubbed the slender white fingers, and then he felt a slightly cool touch on his fingers.
Lin Qingyang woke up slightly from her drowsiness. When she opened her eyes and looked over, she saw a silver-white ring on her middle finger. It was simple and elegant in style. It was the "wedding gift" she had given to Cang Mo before.
"The gift you picked is very beautiful." Cang Mo whispered in his ear. He also put on another ring on his hand, grabbed Lin Qingyang's hand and intertwined his fingers.
Lin Qingyang glanced at the intertwined hands and the shimmering ring between their fingers. Apparently Cang Mo didn't know that the ring was to be worn on the ring finger.
Cang Mo admired the ring and said softly, "This is the first time I have heard of such a custom. Where is your hometown?"
Lin Qingyang had a cold face and said nothing, showing no expression.
Cang Mo didn't get a response and didn't care. She still whispered in his ear, "I always feel that you are very different from other people. You seem to come from a very special place. By the way, besides rings, what other customs do you have there?"
Lin Qingyang took a deep breath and said, "Where we are, marriage generally requires both parties to consent."
Cang Mo: "..."
Lin Qingyang took out her hand and turned her head slightly to look at him, her expression sober but also a lot colder.
"When do you plan to let Mo Yan go?" Lin Qingyang asked, her tone as calm as if she was discussing business.
The smile in Cang Mo's eyes faded, his eyes darkened, and he said unhappily, "Do you have to mention him at this time?"
Lin Qingyang snorted and said, "You said yourself at the beginning that you would let him go as long as I cooperated with the wedding. Now that the wedding is over and the bridal chamber is up to you, you should keep your word."
Cang Mo looked at him in silence. The air pressure around him dropped sharply. The ambiguous and charming atmosphere just now was like a wishful dream. Lin Qingyang broke it with a few words, and then the relationship between the two returned to embarrassing reality.
"So you did what you did last night just to get me to let him go?" Cang Mo stared at him and asked unwillingly.
"Otherwise." Lin Qingyang said coldly, "We are not in a mutually agreeable relationship."
Cang Mo stared at him without saying a word, with a bit of hurt in his eyes, as if Lin Qingyang was some kind of scumbag who put up his pants and refused to recognize anyone.
"Then you are quite loyal, willing to do anything to save your fellow disciples!" Cang Mo said through gritted teeth.
"You know how we got to this point due to this weird situation. Do you still expect me to go to bed with you because I can't help myself?" Lin Qingyang choked in a cold voice.
"It sounded like you were reluctant, but that was not the case yesterday when you asked me to hurry up!" Cang Mo scolded in displeasure.
Lin Qingyang sneered, "I asked you to finish it quickly! I don't have any points for my poor skills!"
Cang Mo stared at him, so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time, and the hand holding the person under the quilt tightened.
Lin Qingyang frowned due to the stranglehold, and struggled to get up, but Cang Mo pushed him back to the bed, grabbing his wrist and pressing it to his side, staring at him with a pair of wolf eyes. During the struggle, the quilt on his body was pulled open, revealing his collarbone and shoulders covered with ambiguous marks.
Cang Mo stared at the marks on his body, his eyes paused, and then he suddenly smiled, leaned over and said to him, "It seems that you were very dissatisfied yesterday, so let's do it again."
Lin Qingyang struggled still, but still refused to be outdone. "Why, you started acting like a hooligan after you couldn't explain it!"
Cang Mo smiled evilly, his hot breath spraying on his ears. "We are already married. This kind of thing is natural and natural. How can we call it a hooligan?"
"Beast!" Lin Qingyang scolded with a cold snort.
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, and he bit his sensitive earlobe gently, causing Lin Qingyang to shrink uncontrollably. Cang Mo's increasingly bad voice came to his ears. "Wrong, according to the rules of your human race, you should call me husband now!"
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then his face gradually turned red. It seemed that he was finally angry with him, and it took him a long time to finally yell, "I called you uncle!"