Inside the bedroom, Feng Yuran had already taken off the red wedding robe and changed into a light white robe. He lay on his side and loosely wore it, revealing a small part of his smooth chest and exquisite collarbones. Long hair scattered around his shoulder. He languidly leaned sideways on the bed with his extremely young and handsome face. A pair of ebony eyes was sparkling. His eyebrows expanded into his hair and his curved lips were red without rouge.
Every one of his features was exquisite and fell just at the right place on his face. When a man grew such a face, he was naturally extremely charming. How many women could resist such an allure? He had that natural rakish aura around him, giving off numerous kinds of elegant feeling. He was both noble and devilish. Moreover, his eyes were as deep as stars, which seemed to contain really deep affection.
Seeing Mo Xuetong enter, he smiled gently. Putting down the book in his hand, he should stand up and grab Mo Xuetong’s hand. He held her in his arms and sat by the bedside.
“Tong’er, I finally married you!”
Such direct actions and words made Mo Xuetong’s face blush even harder. When his masculine breath heavily hit her, she felt a little refreshing. His eyes fell on her extremely white and delicate face as tender as water. Because she had just washed her hair, after drying it, she only collected it with a strip without any decoration, which made her look as pure as water even more.
God knew how elated he felt. Finally, he could marry her!
He didn’t need to worry about her being bullied in the manor while he couldn’t help her out because he didn’t have the title!
Mo Xuetong had been married in her last life; however, it was the first time that she had been so affectionately and gently stared at by someone. She felt she could only see his handsome face before her eyes. A smile escaped her lips. She bit her lips and melted her nervousness in the smile.
The man’s fervent breath enveloped her, leaving her kind of lost. His eyes looked a million hotter than just now, which made her feel as if her heart had been melted. She couldn’t say a single word and only felt dizzy like a shrimp being roasted on a fire. She should just blankly stare at him, lost for what to do.
That lost look and her kind of delicate and helpless eyes dimmed Feng Yuran’s eyes for a brief moment. His two hands tightly shackled her. Embarrassed, she subconsciously tried to push him away, but instead, her hands were held by him. Without much effort, he circled her slim and delicate hands.
It sounded like a question, but there was no doubt at all. “Tong’er. How about we go to sleep!” Feng Yuran reached out to take off her shoes, held her, and fell on the warm and soft sheets together. Before they fell on it, his lips already hit her crimson cheery lips, with a touch of enthusiasm and careful affection.
Mo Xuetong nervously pushed him away, wanting to get out of his arms. “You, don’t…” However, he held her tighter and tighter; she couldn’t fight back at all.
“Hasn’t he been so badly injured that he couldn’t move? How is he so strong now?”
Nearly breathlessly, Mo Xuetong tried to breathe. She wriggled her body nervously. He promised that the marriage wouldn’t be consummated on the wedding night. How could he go back on his words?
Fortunately, his lips didn’t advance further. They only stayed on her lips. After a while, at the moment when she was almost in a trance, Feng Yuran let go of her, who gently breathed, with small drops of sweat on her forehead.
Mo Xuetong’s breath gradually became steady. She shrank her body as much as possible. With tears in her eyes, she complained. “You’ve gone back on your words.” She fastened her clothes and looked at Feng Yuran. Just now, his hands seemed to reach out on their own.
He reached out and suddenly pulled her into his arms. “Tong’er, Tong’er…” This time, he was really gentle. He reached out and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. “Tong’er, rest assured. I won’t hurt you. Just now, it was because I’d been missing you too much… so…”
The youth also started to stuttered. He should seem to feel shy. Looking in the direction of his ear, she saw the red on his ear. “He should feel shy.” The thought slightly eased Mo Xuetong. Suppressing the tears in her eyes, inexplicably, she gently nipped his slightly crimson ear.
Feng Yuran’s body shook and turned around to bite her cherry lips as some kind of punishment. He scolded. “Little girl, if you dare to seduce me, I won’t promise you anything.”
When such ambiguous words were said in such a mellow tune, Mo Xuetong couldn’t help blushing all over her face. She tugged at the corner of his shirt and coyly lowered her head, speechless. “What a man! He really dares to say anything!”
It was a little cold in the spring night. Feng Yuran pulled the sheet and covered both of them. Looking a little affectionate, he held Mo Xuetong in his arms. Looking at her leaning against him feebly, the excitement that he had managed to suppress surged up again. He looked sideways and gently coughed.
Mo Xuetong thought his wound hurt again. She sat up and pouted her soft and pink lips, saying in displeasure. “What? Does it hurt? I told you to stay still.”
Feng Yuran smiled devilishly and whispered by her ear. “As long as you stay still, once you move, I’ll…” Instantly, Mo Xuetong felt her face burning again. Once again, she felt him being really shameless.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she directly ignored him and turned her head around.
Feng Yuran gently said by her ear, “Rest assured, I’m a noble man. When I said I wouldn’t touch Tong’er, I won’t.” He reached out one hand to hold her while putting the other one below her neck.
Mo Xuetong complained in her heart. “Don’t move? Then who moved just now?” She felt her cheeks burning. With them holding each other so tightly, she really felt ill at ease. However, he just told her not to move, so she really didn’t dare to. She only felt the breath around her became hotter as well. Her body grew stiffer and stiffer. She wanted to change her position but found it awkward to do so while in his arms.
Mo Xuetong was feeling really uncomfortable so she directly changed the topic. “So, tell me this. Who do you think did she do it for today?”
Feng Yuran said solemnly. “Of course not for me.” The red candlelight shone on his handsome face. Though slightly serious, his look made him look kind of guilty.
Mo Xuetong burst into laughing and pushed him. “Then who is it? I don’t know how you hooked her up. She even dared to act under such a situation.” She slightly changed her position. After the joke, the invisible ambiguity should become lighter. The intensity in her heart involuntarily eased off.
Feng Yuran said seriously, “I didn’t, Tong’er, I really didn’t. Everyone knows that I only love you. I don’t want anyone else if it’s not you.” After saying that, he even laughed himself. He was really overreacting. People who didn’t know the situation would think he was proving himself innocent. He really hadn’t felt so guilty before, while in fact, the thing had nothing to do with him at all.
Mo Xuetong didn’t intend to let him go. She pouted her lips and coyly complained. “That’s highly impossible. Why doesn’t she let go of you even now? She’s the universally acknowledged first beauty. Do you really not like her?”
Feng Yuran’s slim fingers held Mo Xuetong’s. He slightly tugged them and wore a smile by his lips. “What beauty… In my heart, Tong’er’s the most beautiful and I don’t even have to look at other girls. Or do you think I didn’t touch today because you’re not in my heart? So…”
“He can use some colorful language even when he’s talking about such serious things.” Mo Xuetong was so embarrassed that she pushed away his handsome face which had just approached her. By that, Feng Yuran fell sideways while mumbling. “Do you think Liu Xiahui was originally a eunuch!”
“What a man!
“When he can’t hold it down, he starts to insult others!”
Mo Xuetong instantly blushed all over her face again. She felt her helpless. He must have been as thick-skinned as a city wall. She really couldn’t knock him down. Therefore, she directly closed her eyes, pretending asleep. She shrank back, but the hand around her waist moved again, and then she fell back into his arms.
By her ears was his lazy laughter. “Tong’er. Let’s not sleep for now. Let’s wait and see if there’s fun later. It’s not good to fall asleep too early at night!”
“What’s not good about sleeping early?” Since when she got up tonight, she didn’t rest for a while until now. It was all noisy and busy, which was really tiring. However, even now, she still felt excited. Therefore, she really couldn’t fall asleep.
Mo Xuetong also wanted to watch the fun. She directly leaned against him, cleverly blinked her watery eyes, tugged at the corner of his shirt, and asked both cutely and foolishly, “When she set up others like this, she wasn’t afraid she’d enrage the two families?”
Three bridal sedan chairs bumping into each other was never anything usual.
Feng Yuran’s slim fingers fell on her hair and gently stroked it and he said, “She’d gone to Mingguo Manor. She’d sent people to contact with You Yuecheng in private.”
If he could find out things so detailed between the two duke manors, he was really not as boastful as he seemed on the surface. It was lucky that he had known it all. Otherwise, this time, she would have really suffered. She couldn’t imagine what she would do if she got swapped and married into another duke’s manor. Some kind of fear surged up inside her, making her face slightly pale.
Seeing her shock and fear, Feng Yuran held her tightly and reassuringly said, “Rest assured. I won’t give you to others.” A trace of bloodthirsty coldness flashed across his handsome eyes. Except her, anyone who wanted to be his main consort would only die. He only wanted Tong’er, and it wouldn’t matter even if she performed the three bows with another man!
Looking at his devilishly attractive yet serious eyes, Mo Xuetong felt as if she were immersed in warm water. Warmth surged up in her heart. Leaning against him, she felt her heart inexplicably relax. While her eyes were closed, she suddenly had another doubt.
Mo Xuetong couldn’t think of the answer. At that time, she raised her head and asked, “So she plotted it together with You Yuecheng?” However, she raised her head too quickly that she hit his chin and she also involuntarily let out an “ouch”.
Feng Yuran smiled leisurely and touched the place she hit. “Why are you so anxious? How could You Yuecheng act personally? Now things are complicated in Mingguo Manor. How dared he to interfere? Even if people find out something, he can still walk away unharmed. Even the entire thing is exposed; nothing bad will lead to him.”
Thinking about how You Yuecheng set up Mo Xuetong again and again, Feng Yuran had a trace of hate flashing across his eyes. Since You Yuecheng was in the know and deliberately got into the procession, then they naturally would have to bear the consequences. Tong’er had the bell fastened on her wrist, while Mo Ye followed her closely, so he would just take the scene as a show on his wedding night!
He thought, a little upset. Anyway, he couldn’t have done anything. It had been nice to watch a show and take it as something fun to celebrate his wedding.
Mo Xuetong couldn’t help feeling concerned. “Will they doubt you?”
“I was badly injured and just woke up. I couldn’t even perform the thing between a man and a woman. How was I strong enough to do such a thing.” Feng Yuran said without a care.
“He’s always horsing around!”
Mo Xuetong felt speechless and pinched his waist hard with her hand. She directly buried her head in his arms and wouldn’t come out even when he pulled.
Feng Yuran smiled lightly and then hugged her. His kiss gently fell on her hair, with the tender care that he didn’t try to conceal. After a while, he suddenly lightly asked, “Tong’er, have you heard the Southern Barbarian Lands?”
The words suddenly woke Mo Xuetong up. She jerked her head up and was almost in terror. She blurted out without thinking. “Don’t go to the Southern Barbarian Lands. You promised me.”
In the last life, he got trapped in the Southern Barbarian Lands and never came back. When she died, she hadn’t even heard any news about him. She only heard that he wasn’t well and his life seemed to be in danger. Though it was just a rumor back then, many people believed it. The Southern Barbarian Lands was a wilderness. Being a delicate prince, when he went there, he must have been in great danger.
When she decided to marry him, the Southern Barbarian Lands was like an insurmountable barrier that weighed her heart down.
She couldn’t let him go there. It was too dangerous there!
Feng Yuran didn’t expect Mo Xuetong to have reacted in this way. Looking at her nervous and delicate eyes, he felt his heart melt into a lump. His kiss landed on her forehead. “I know. I was just asking how you knew it.”
She grabbed his shirt and didn’t let it go. Her bright eyes slightly misted, looking charming and miserable. “I didn’t know it. But I assume it isn’t a good place by the name of it. Don’t go.” He felt tenderer in the heart for her. He felt it wouldn’t be enough no matter how much he spoiled the woman in his arms, and so there’s nothing he wouldn’t promise her.
“Fine. I won’t go.”
Mo Xuetong asked, feeling unsure and wronged. “You really won’t go!”
Again, he answered in a confirmed and positive way, “I really won’t go!”
