It turns out that Wujiang's hands started to be dishonest at some point.
She moaned softly and turned her face shyly, frowning and glaring at Wujiang, her red lips moistened a bit.
"It's still so sensitive here. Madam, where is the insensitive power that my husband taught you?" Zhao Wujiang's hand became softer.
He pulled open her white silk underwear, and her bellyband was holding the last position, stretched with difficulty, and the soft and deceiving color overflowed.
Faced with Wujiang's sudden impatience and rudeness, Jing'er felt happy, angry, sad and resentful, and grabbed Wujiang's wrist tightly.
"Madam, do you have something to say?"
"Let me go! I'll do it myself!"
"The Emperor is really considerate of the humble ministers." Zhao Wujiang was stunned and let go of his hand.
Jing'er straightened her clothes, her eyes drifted to Wujiang's impatient face, and the corners of her lips curled up with a hint of playfulness and ridicule.
Her slender hands slowly stretched out towards the rope wrapped around her neck, but she deliberately slowed down her pace, taking her time and leisurely, deliberately whetting her boundless appetite.
She was lying on her back on the bed at the moment, Wujiang leaning forward like a blue-sky master interrogating a female prisoner, her eyes burning like a torch.
She hummed softly, her hands still moving in an orderly manner, pulling the rope.
The thin and fragile rope was unknotted and slid down her shoulders. Also sliding down was the bellyband embroidered with pale pink peonies.
The black silk hair is as bright as the night sky, and the half-covered wedding dress is as fiery red as the sunset, surrounded by the touching snow-white softness.
Bright red and white, like the snow and blood of life, absurd, dazzling and bright, for a lifetime.
Wujiang swallowed his saliva, then licked his dry and burning lips, and said softly:
"If my lady moves so slowly, don't blame me for being so slow later."
"Hey, Zhao Wujiang, what do you want on your wedding night?" Feeling the threat from Wujiang, Jing'er pouted and glared.
"Of course I will take good care of my wife."
"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Jing'er muttered, and suddenly pulled off the wedding dress from her body and covered Wujiang's body, revealing the touching whiteness in the dim candlelight.
The Jing'er in front of him was like a delicate flower in full bloom, which made people dazzled.
Boundless personal touch.
Jing'er groaned, and her delicate body was lifted up by Zhao Wujiang.
She gasped a little heavier and subconsciously stretched out her hand to hook Wujiang's neck.
The bed curtain was gently lowered, covering the two figures.
"Snapped..."
Boundless clothes were thrown out from behind the curtain, followed by bellybands, wedding dresses...
Clothes fell on the carpet.
The bed creaked, perhaps because of the clothes that had been thrown out as a nuisance. It creaked and sobbed.
The figure behind the curtain was shaking faintly, as if the two were scolding each other.
"Madam, your body is so soft."
"Hmph, I see you are also very soft."
"Haha, it seems that the lady is not willing to accept the soft. Please don't beg for mercy later."
"If I beg for mercy, my last name will be yours from now on!"
"Mrs. Zhao, you don't want your husband to feel uncomfortable, right?"
"..."
After a long, long time, I don’t know if it was one day or two days.
"Zhao Wujiang."
"Um?"
"Let's go into seclusion together and grow old together. No more fighting, no more fighting..."
"Um..."
"You are hesitating..."
"I may not be able to stop. I feel like a torrent is surrounding me, making it difficult for me to extricate myself and not being able to escape."
"Hate..."
Much, much later.
Jing'er heard a soft and long moan.
After a few breaths, the curtain was pulled open, and Jing'er and Wujiang hugged each other without speaking.
The night is quiet.
The boundless eyes of the sage, the saint of time, are as bright as the Buddha. Jing'er wants to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and live a leisurely life with him.
But just as he said, he was caught up in the current of the world and often couldn't help himself.
He had to find the truth, he had to find Dugu Mingyue and his daughter, he had to seek revenge from Yue Bufan and others, he had to stop himself from being controlled by others.
He couldn't stop.
He had to keep walking, and if he stopped, he would die.
