The Young Husband Who Needed a Wedding to Bring Him Luck (05)

I don't know how much time passed.

Xue Ci was completely stunned by the hype.

By the time she realized what was happening, Qin Zhuo had already propped herself up from under the covers.

The room was pitch black, but a dark figure could be vaguely seen.

"Mother, my lady... did I do something wrong?"

Qin Zhuo's breathing was frighteningly low and hoarse; even from half a foot away, one could feel the man's burning blood and violently heaving chest.

However, his tone was flustered and confused. "I think I've gotten my wife dirty..."

Xue Ci's usually slow-witted temper was completely suppressed by these words, and he couldn't vent it at all. He felt embarrassed and helpless, his head still lying on the pillow, and muffled, wet sounds came out from between his rosy lips.

"It's so hot..."

Xue Ci slightly raised her body, and the sticky substance began to flow down her thighs, causing both itchiness and discomfort.

His scalp tingled, and the eerie feeling gave him goosebumps.

Not daring to move any further, Xue Ci stiffened her body and buried her head in the pillow.

The temperature has dropped now, but the sheets under my legs are already soaked.

It's as if he wet the bed...

It was still the middle of the night.

He did nothing.

I went to check if the other person was feeling unwell, but ended up suffering these things for no reason.

Recalling the moment her skin was burned, Xue Ci forgot how she reacted at the time; it seemed... she probably screamed.

If she really yelled, she didn't know if her silly husband on the other side would hear her.

Xue Ci pursed her lips, realizing it wasn't good to call others stupid.

He's not usually this rude; he was just too angry.

A panicked, trembling voice came from the other end.

"My wife, I was wrong, it's all my fault, it's all... it's all my fault..."

Xue Ci didn't respond to him, but silently took back the word "foolish" in her heart.

He bit his lip, his eyes still stinging. He knew Qin Zhuo was watching him and didn't want the other to hear anything. But the more he tried to hold back, the more tears streamed down his face. His mouth felt sore, and he could barely breathe.

Finally, it couldn't help but let out a weak, mournful cry, like that of a small animal, from its throat.

Qin Zhuo was stunned. What was that sound just now? It sounded a bit like crying, but it also seemed to be panting. The tone was high-pitched and thin, and his body was completely out of his control, turning hot on its own.

Qin Zhuo didn't care how much swelling and discomfort he felt; all he wanted was to figure out how to get Xue Ci to talk to him.

How did you manage to make your wife cry on your wedding night?

What should we do?

Qin Zhuo was so anxious that he wanted to slap himself, so he immediately bent down and got close to Xue Ci's face.

The suppressed sobs and the soft, wet breath emanating from his skin sent a tingling sensation through half of his body.

The man, panting like a dog, pleaded, "Wife, I was wrong just now! Hit me as hard as you want!"

Another strange request.

Qin Zhuo was so close that his breath fell on Xue Ci, making her too hot to argue with him anymore.

"Move over there a bit..." Xue Ci reached out to push him, but her fingers were grabbed and taken into his warm, wet mouth.

He jumped out of bed with a start. "Why are you eating my finger!"

It was too dark around him, and he couldn't tell where Qin Zhuo's face and eyes were. He could only look at the shadows that were completely blocked out, casting two large black shadows of himself.

"My wife, let me lick you, okay? Stop crying then."

"..."

Xue Ci was bewildered. What kind of child-rearing tactic was this?

It seems that Qin Zhuo was not intimidated at all by his anger just now. On the contrary, he suddenly got up from the bed and moved so much that the sticky stuff on the sheets and between his legs flowed to a stranger place.

Xue Ci's face flushed instantly, and she stopped being angry with him. "I'm dirty and need to wash myself off. Can you bring me some bathwater? Then I won't be angry with you anymore."

Qin Zhuo had already intended to do so, but hadn't found an opportunity to bring it up. Upon hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, "Alright! Alright! I'll go fetch water for my wife!"

After saying that, he got off the bed.

The room was pitch black, and Xue Ci didn't know how he could see. Soon, the faint candlelight flickered and illuminated the man's deep profile.

Then, the second candle was lit.

The third one... a total of four candles were lit before it was barely possible to see anything in the room.

Xue Ci didn't want to stay in the sticky, smelly blankets any longer, so she lifted her foot to get out of bed. Before her foot even touched the ground, it was grabbed by a pair of large hands.

"My lady, it's cold at night, you should wear shoes."

Qin Zhuo squatted down beside him, warming his feet on her thighs, gently holding his ankles with one hand and reaching for his shoes with the other.

If the man hadn't been completely naked, Xue Ci would have been quite grateful to him.

Now I just feel like whatever the other person touches will get something poured on it.

His scalp tingled, and he wanted to pull his foot back.

Qin Zhuo must have grown up eating something amazing; he could easily restrain him even though it looked like he wasn't using any strength.

They might be using their brains to exchange for physical strength.

And that thing too.

Xue Ci saw it by accident and immediately looked away after realizing it.

He was startled, thinking he must have seen wrong, and secretly glanced again.

Xue Ci touched her little belly.

Fortunately, Qin Zhuo didn't understand those things and wouldn't consummate their marriage.

Otherwise, my belly will bulge out...

Qin Zhuo was carefully putting shoes and socks on Xue Ci, barely looking up, his voice uneasy. "Wife, wipe your legs clean before wrapping them in the blanket."

While he was helping her put on her shoes, he accidentally saw something he shouldn't have.

It was impossible to make out exactly what it looked like; what was clear was a thigh that appeared glossy under the red candlelight.

A layer of slurry film remained on top.

It's his.

Xue Ci just watched Qin Zhuo get up.

The young man's eyes widened, his gaze filled with a mixture of fear, shock, and perhaps a tiny impulse to stomp on it.

But he knew that wouldn't work.

My feet are definitely dirty again.

[waste.]

[He gets that much pleasure just from being touched.]

[Looks good but is useless.]

Wh-what?

Xue Ci: [Why did you come out?]

The Virus Fragment have been dormant lately, Xue Ci hasn't heard them speak for half a month. A while ago, he was trapped in a place during a heavy rainstorm, which was so boring that he didn't want to go out, but it just so happened to be this time.

Fragment: [I heard the baby cry, so I came out.]

The sound was muffled and trembling, but upon closer listening, it was also sharp and weak.

It felt like I was being burned by something unbearable.

On Xue Ci's wedding night, none of this would have happened in the story, but now, on their very first day sleeping in the same bed, this is what's happening.

The Fragment resemble an incompetent husband: [I really wish all the men who come near you were eunuchs.]

Xue Ci: "..."

He stopped talking to the Fragment and, with a displeased expression, told Qin Zhuo to quickly put on her clothes and go fetch water; she didn't need to do anything else.

A coat was hanging on the headboard. Xue Ci grabbed one at random and put it on before realizing it was Qin Zhuo's.

It can cover up to the ankles.

Xue Ci jumped off the bed, her trembling legs swaying like ripples on water, unaware that her inner thighs were directly facing Qin Zhuo's face.

He instructed the other person, "Remember not to tell anyone else. If they ask, just say I want to take a shower; don't answer any other questions."

The man was overwhelmed by the enticing aroma.

"Um..."

Stiffly getting up, Qin Zhuo shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind, put on his clothes, and went out of the house.

The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack. He stopped to close it, but through the crack, he saw Xue Ci sitting in a chair.

She was facing sideways to him.

Her top was gathered around her waist, Xue Ci held it with one arm. Then she lifted her soft, fleshy thighs, her round toes clenched tightly, and stepped on the edge of the chair.

Xue Ci down, and the degree of her bending was one of the most supple he had ever seen.

He saw Xue Ci sniff his thigh and show a disgusted expression.

Qin Zhuo's eyelids twitched incessantly. He didn't know what he was feeling at that moment; all he could see was a soft, snowy expanse before him.

Her legs are so soft and tender.

He suspected that when he pressed his nose, water would gush out.

And just now, he sprayed a lot of stuff on Xue Ci's legs.

Xue Ci so clean, she'll definitely dislike him.

Qin Zhuo had a jumble of random thoughts, but that didn't stop him from carrying the heavy wooden bucket into the inner room with one hand.

On their wedding night, hot water was definitely prepared. Xue Ci quickly took a comfortable hot bath.

He stretched out his arms, his soft, white skin glistening with steam, his eyes moist, and his cheeks chubby with baby fat.

Qin Zhuo had already made the bed.

Anything that had even a slight odor was thrown into the bucket beside his bed, to be washed off the next morning.

Xue Ci washing up, she came out wearing only a thin shirt.

It's like a cooked glutinous rice ball rolling to the very back of the bed.

He doesn't have to worry about dirty clothes or used bathwater.

Qin Zhuo has a keen eye for this.

Qin Zhuo emptied the bathwater, put the tub back, and instead of resting on the bed immediately after finishing his work, he lay down by the bed and guarded him like a big dog.

Xue Ci couldn't sleep because of his gaze. "What's wrong?"

Qin Zhuo asked in a sweet, affectionate tone, "Wife, may I call you Xue Ci like my elder brother does?"

Xue Ci a mumbled "hmm".

Qin Zhuo felt secretly pleased. Every time he saw his older brother, he would address him by his first name, which made it seem like they had a very good relationship.

He chuckled sheepishly twice, his voice trembling with shyness. "Xue Ci, Xue Ci."

Xue Ci responded twice.

However, Qin Zhuo suddenly blurted out, "I seem to look different from you in that area."

Wh-what?

"I saw that my wife's vulva was pink, and it looked so much prettier than mine."

Xue Ci was instantly wide awake.

Why bring this up all of a sudden... But since we're already married, and it's our wedding night, discussing these things isn't unreasonable.

Perhaps it was simply curiosity.

At least, the other person doesn't know anything about sex.

Xue Ci with an "Oh".

"Everyone's pretty much the same, I guess." After saying that, he didn't want to talk about the topic anymore and wanted the other person to get some rest.

However, the system issued an OOC (Out of Control) warning.

Xue Ci: "..."

How many times has this happened?

He always felt that this AI system was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Should we continue this topic? Xue Ci's tone was dry. "Then what about you? Isn't yours too?"

"Mine is ugly," Qin Zhuo said sheepishly. "I'm too embarrassed to show it to my wife."

Xue Ci felt he had killed the conversation.

Finally, I could call her to bed, "Aren't you going to come up and rest?"

Qin Zhuo looked embarrassed. "I wanted to go to bed to rest, but as soon as I saw my wife lying on it, my body got so hot."

"Prices are rising there too."

Xue Ci pulled the blanket tighter around herself, her voice damp with sweat, "It's alright... I won't be hot anymore once I fall asleep."

It's getting hotter.

Listen to what my wife is saying.

Qin Zhuo unconsciously swallowed.

The woman looked small and frail.

We can't use those hot water bottles anymore.

"I'm sleeping on the floor, my wife, you should rest." Qin Zhuo lay down on the floor, clutching a quilt.

Xue Ci, remembering what had been spilled on his legs, didn't stop him.

He occupied the large bed all by himself, and covered himself with the blanket.

Qin Zhuo suddenly blurted out, "Wife, do you know how to consummate the marriage?"

Xue Ci used a prepared excuse. "Lying on the same bed is our wedding night."

He heard Qin Zhuo reply, "I understand."

I see--

My wife is so naive; she actually thinks that lying in the same bed means they're having their wedding night.

Hearing the progress bar rise, Xue Ci asleep contentedly.

A candle was left in the room.

Xue Ci's hair was smooth and soft, and her thin inner garment covered her body like a thin veil.

Qin Zhuo's gaze was fixed on Xue Ci.

His wife is so naive, she doesn't understand anything.

However, he didn't know much—he only knew that after getting married, they would have a wedding night, but he didn't know the specifics of how to do it.

Xue Ci's body was so delicate that Qin Zhuo didn't know what to do.

Maybe we shouldn't have the wedding night.

He should be able to be comfortable even without a wedding night; his job is simply to make his wife comfortable.

But how exactly should that be done?

Qin Zhuo could only think of his eldest brother.

I'll ask my older brother later how to make my wife feel better.

Author's Note:

It's a little short, hehe.

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