When Jiang Yantian was taken outside the wedding room by Zhongli Fu, the noise around them had been deliberately cut off.
Even the sound of the evening breeze blowing by the lanterns can be heard clearly.
Zhongli Fu has a bit of fun and solemnity in his eyes.
He told me, "Treat Qingwan well."
Then he quietly retreated with Yang Tang.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, eventually disappearing into the depths of the night.
Jiang Yantian looked at the lanterns hanging on both sides of the door.
The candlelight swayed gently behind the veil, making the reflection flicker.
When he walked to the door, he raised his hand and touched the door panel and pushed it gently.
The door slowly opened inwards.
A rich but not cloying aroma hits your face.
Mixed with incense, nectar and girly body fragrance.
It spreads over the tip of the nose and wraps around the heart.
Jiang Yantian swallowed.
The lust of sex is out of control.
He glanced briefly.
The wedding room was elegantly furnished and covered with red silk everywhere.
There are pairs of fruit plates and wine cups placed on the tables and chairs.
The hanging concentric knots on the roof hang down and sway gently with the airflow when the door opens.
In front of the diamond mirror in the center of the room, a girl in a bright red wedding dress was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The clothes made her figure look more slender and graceful.
The bright red hijab hangs from the top of his head, covering his entire face.
Only a section of the graceful lower jaw is exposed.
And her jade hands hanging down on her knees, tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.
Zhongli Qingwan Hearing the sound of the door opening, his heart hanging in his throat shrank suddenly.
Her delicate body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
With a bit of timid tenderness.
Her fingertips dug deeply into the embroidery of the skirt.
The brocade material is drawn into fine folds.
Even breathing became hot and rapid.
Her hijab is made of Warm Jade Gauze specially made by the Zhongli Clan.
Although it is opaque, you can vaguely see the silhouettes of people outside.
Jiang Yantian When he pushed the door open, that tall figure walked in slowly.
Zhongli Qingwan's breathing suddenly became rapid.
The whole person froze at the edge of the bed.
In the past, senior brother Jiang Yantian always wore a black dragon pattern robe.
He was surrounded by a murderous and domineering aura, and his brows and eyes were full of alienation and coldness.
But today, he was wearing a bright red wedding suit.
In contrast to the temperament around him, he was a little less cold and a little more gorgeous.
The imperial crown tied his silver hair high, and his hair was meticulous.
The body posture becomes more and more upright and as straight as a loose body.
As I stepped closer, the aura around me was filled with a heart-stopping charm.
That already handsome face, under the illumination of candlelight, became more profound and three-dimensional in outline.
Just one look at it will make your heart beat like a drum, and you will never be able to look away again.
Jiang Yantian's steps were very slow, the soles of his boots stepping on the ground covered with red carpet.
Make a slight sound.
Every step is like stepping on the heart of Zhongli Qingwan.
It made her whole body become hot, and even the base of her ears burned badly.
She didn't understand the specific process of marriage and only heard a few vague mentions from the elders in the clan.
At this moment, my mind was in a mess, with countless thoughts swirling around.
"After senior brother lifts the hijab, will he lower his head and kiss me like what is written in the storybook?"
"After that, will we have to..."
Those unspeakable images emerged in my mind.
It made her cheeks get hotter and even her fingertips were glowing pink.
Anticipation and shyness were intertwined, making her almost breathless.
Jiang Yantian finally reached the edge of the bed and stopped.
"Qingwan..."
This soft call made Zhongli Qingwan suddenly come back to his senses.
She raised her head and looked in his direction through the hijab.
The voice was as soft as a feather, with an unmistakable shyness and panic.
He mumbled and said, "Senior... Senior Brother..."
After the words fell, she blushed first, realizing her identity at this moment.
She quickly pursed her red lips, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly under her hijab.
Jiang Yantian chuckled.
He leaned forward slightly. "You still call me senior brother? Huh?"
Zhongli Qingwan's cheeks burned even more.
She bit her lower lip, and after thinking for a long time, she called out as thinly as a gnat, "Husband... husband..."
When these two words came out, she almost buried her head in her chest.
Even my breathing became cautious, and I felt that all the strength in my body was drained.
Only the heart is still beating crazily.
Jiang Yantian nodded with satisfaction. "That's right. Call it a few more times to get familiar with it."
Zhongli Qingwan Although shy, he still raised his eyes obediently.
He called twice more, "Husband..."
The sound gets clearer every time.
With the unique softness of a girl.
Jiang Yantian felt his heart tingle when he heard it, and the jealousy in his eyes almost overflowed.
"Qingwan, since we have become husband and wife, let me make a request, but it should not be too much!"
"?"
Zhongli Qingwan is a little unclear.
But he still asked, "Well..."
"Okay, then... Kangkang... Nao... Zi!"
"Ah?" Zhongli Qingwan was stunned for a moment, then looked down.
She was nervous, very nervous.
Of course, he was willing, very willing, but he didn't have the strength.
If you want to be healthy, it's up to your husband to take matters into your own hands and have enough food and clothing!
"Husband, why don't you lift your hijab first? I..."
Zhongli Qingwan The sound is very small.
According to wedding customs, after the newlyweds enter the house, the husband must lift the hijab by himself.
It means "satisfaction".
Jiang Yantian smiled, but he was not in a hurry.
"Okay, then lift up your hijab... hijab!"
His eyes fell on the bright red hijab, and he twisted a corner of the hijab with his fingertips, moving slowly and solemnly.
The red silk flutters lightly, carrying a faint fragrance.
Sliding down from Zhongli Qingwan's head little by little.
What was exposed first was her smooth and plump forehead.
Then there are two curved Liu Ye eyebrows, with slender and soft eyebrow peaks.
It is not as deliberately painted as ordinary women, but it has a bit of elegance and refinement.
The moment the hijab fell completely, the candle flame jumped.
The face of Zhongli Qingwan is reflected clearly.
She had a beautiful face, and her skin was as white as jade, so delicate that it seemed like you could pinch water out of it.
The blush caused by shyness spread from the cheeks to the roots of the ears.
Added a bit of elegance.
The long eyelashes are thickly curled and are still trembling slightly at this moment, covering the emotion under the eyes.
When she slowly raised her eyes, those beautiful eyes crashed into Jiang Yantian's eyes, showing a bit of panic and shyness, but also hiding a bit of unnoticeable expectation.
The lips are a natural cherry pink color, and there are faint red marks where she just bit her.
It looks more and more fresh and tender, and people can't help but feel affection for it.
Zhongli Qingwan Holding the hem of the skirt tightly with both hands, his voice is thin. "Husband... I... do I look good?"
"Good-looking, love watching it!"
Jiang Yantian's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached out and gently held her hand.
Her hands were small and warm, and her fingertips were slightly sweaty.
Incredibly delicate.
Jiang Yantian gently rubbed the back of her hand, soothing her panic.
"Madam, I'm used to going to bed early and getting up early, so I should take a rest!"
"Ah?" Zhongli Qingwan was stunned. "Husband, if you don't do it..."
Before she finished speaking, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
It's so scary that I couldn't help but say it out loud.
She didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Yantian at all.
When he talks about sleeping, he doesn't really mean sleeping.
She thought she was really sleeping.