Nangong Yuanyi pushed the door open and walked in. The red candles flickered in the room, and the bright red color in the room was full of joy, ambiguous and lingering.
An Xiyue was already so sleepy that she turned over several times, and because she didn't wait for Nangong Yuanyi to come, she simply fell asleep.
In the dream, she and Nangong Yuanyi paid homage again. An Xiyue had a silly smile on her lips, why did she keep paying homage to him?
Nangong Yuanyi opened the bed curtain and felt satisfied when he saw An Xiyue sleeping so sweetly.
Seeing her smiling even in her sleep, Nangong Yuanyi couldn't help but kiss the corner of her lips...
In an instant, An Xiyue was woken up, her eyes were as big as bells, and she asked, "Nangong Yuanyi, what are you doing?"
Nangong Yuanyi smiled and said: "The bridal chamber."
An Xiyue's breath was confused in an instant. She could only feel the aroma of wine still lingering between his lips and teeth, all spraying into her breath. Her body trembled slightly, and her hands were still tightly holding the corners of the quilt.
Nangong Yuanyi had just blown the cold wind, and his fingertips were slightly cold. He gently touched her pink lips and said softly: "Is it okay?"
An Xiyue felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her big, watery eyes stared at him closely, without even daring to blink. She already felt that her cheeks must be so red that they could bleed.
An Xiyue could only say: "We haven't drank Hexin wine and tied our hair yet."
Nangong Yuanyi took the scissors from the tray, twisted a small lock of her blue silk hair and cut it off, then cut off his own and put them together. Originally, he wanted to tie a knot, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tied it.
Seeing this, An Xiyue got up from the bed, took it, touched the strand of his hair that was still a little wet, and said to herself: "He has changed his clothes and his hair is still a little wet. Could it be that he came here after taking a shower. "
bath!
The image of him without clothes suddenly appeared in An Xiyue's mind.
An Xiyue shook her head and blushed again. She didn't drink.
"Why are you blushing?" Nangong Yuanyi asked deliberately: "You haven't drunk the Hexin wine yet."
An Xiyue blinked and urged: "Get the red rope from the tray."
Nangong Yuanyi obediently handed over the red rope and looked at her blankly.
I saw An Xiyue's fingers flying...
After a while, An Xiyue saw that two strands of green silk had been woven into a cute rabbit with red rope, red and black, and the strands were intertwined together.
"No, we are inseparable as a married couple." An Xiyue lightly opened her pink lips and said happily.
Nangong Yuanyi held it in his hand and looked at the smile on her face. His breathing suddenly became heavy. He felt that he was drunk tonight.
In order to get Nangong Zhi drunk just now, he himself drank too much.
Nangong Yuanyi suddenly stood up and wanted to drink something to drown the burning sensation in his throat.
At this time, An Xiyue was only wearing a thin layer of red gauze, with a red bellyband looming...
Nangong Yuanyi turned around to pour some tea, but unexpectedly, he drank the Hexin wine that had been prepared long ago.
An Xiyue had never seen him so rude before. She lowered her head and laughed softly, trying to tease him: "Did your husband drink the Hexin wine alone?"
Nangong Yuanyi looked down and saw that he obviously wanted to drink water.
Suddenly, I felt embarrassed.
An Xiyue opened the wedding quilt, got out of bed, and poured him a cup of tea herself, "Nuo, drink it."
Nangong Yuanyi looked her up and down, and quickly took out a robe to hold it for her. He had never touched a woman in more than twenty years.
Didn’t Nangong Heng say that one can learn without a teacher?
When it got to the point, he was a little nervous.
