Song Qingshu smiled slyly like a fox. "If I didn't do this, you wouldn't have the nerve to come here."
Zhao Yuanyuan blushed and stood up to leave. Zhao Huan 'er didn't want to leave, but seeing her sister stand up, she was too embarrassed to stay and could only stand up.
Song Qingshu was anxious and immediately grabbed their hands. "Hey, you're already here. Why are you leaving now?"
Zhao Yuanyuan lowered her head and blushed. "It's not polite."
Seeing Zhao Huan 'er chiming in, Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "It's not like we haven't done this before. What's wrong with it?"
The two girls could not help but recall the thrilling experience in the Jin Kingdom's palace. They had put on a show in order to overthrow the Crown Prince and Wei Wang. Thinking of the erotic process, even Zhao Huan 'er, who had a carefree personality, could not help but blush.
"That's … different." Zhao Yuanyuan thought for a long time and finally came up with a reason that wasn't really a reason.
"How is it different?" Song Qingshu looked at her teasingly.
"Anyway, it's different." Zhao Yuanyuan didn't know what to say, and her face was almost red.
Zhao Huan 'er also whispered, "Brother Song, this is really not good."
Song QingShu didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when he saw the two girls persevering with an awkward expression, he suddenly realized that he couldn't let them bear the criticism they didn't deserve just because he wanted to enjoy himself. Moreover, today was their big day, and he didn't want to leave them the slightest bit unhappy.
Thinking of this, he didn't insist anymore and finally let go of the two girls. "Okay, you go back to your room first. I'll find you."
"You go to Huan 'er first." Zhao Yuanyuan hurriedly ran out. When she returned to her room, she felt her heart pounding. She quickly poured a glass of water and drank a mouthful. Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone opening the door. She was startled and hurriedly sat on the bed, picking up the fan to cover her face again.
Seeing her panic, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. "Don't be afraid, it's me." He said as he closed the door.
Zhao Yuanyuan vaguely saw him through the fan and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you go to Hu 'er's place? Why …"
Song Qingshu walked over with a smile and said, "It was Hu 'er who asked me to come over to your side first." He walked over to the bedside and took the fan from her hand, revealing a young girl's extremely shy and pretty face.
"She …" Zhao Yuanyuan's heart
She was so nervous that she subconsciously wanted to grab the fan beside her. However, she suddenly realized that the fan was used to cover a woman's embarrassment when she got married. After the husband took it off in the bridal chamber, there was no reason for her to pick it up again. She could only nervously twist the corner of her clothes. Thinking that this was the most important moment in her life, she was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.
"Although Hu 'er usually seems careless, she has a delicate side to her." Song Qingshu sat down beside her. "She told me that you usually take care of her and give in to her in everything. Now, it's her turn to give in to you. Besides, she's not giving in to her husband. She's just asking me to go to her place later."
"I feel even more guilty when she says that," Zhao Yuanyuan said with a frown.
"We're all family. Why are you still fussing over this?" Song Qingshu was worried that the two of them would push each other and end up making the atmosphere cold. He got up and walked to the table. The nuptial wine had already been prepared. He poured a cup and handed it to Zhao Yuanyuan. "Wife, it's time to drink the nuptial wine."
"Yes, husband." Zhao Yuanyuan bit her lip and didn't refute in the end. She took the nuptial wine. Throughout the whole process, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
Hearing the word "husband" from her soft voice, Song Qingshu suddenly felt some interference in his throat. Zhao Yuanyuan had always been the gentle and quiet type. At this time, her voice was full of shyness and love. It was really too sweet.
The girl's lips still had water stains from the nuptial wine. Under the candlelight, she looked particularly dazzling and alluring. Song Qingshu couldn't help but kiss her.
Zhao Yuanyuan's eyes widened and her body instantly froze. Her hands tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, not knowing where to put it. However, thinking that the other was already her husband, she slowly closed her eyes. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes showed that her mood at this time was not so calm.
Feeling the girl's body soften, Song Qingshu gently pulled her into his arms and enjoyed the girl's sweet and charming youthful aura.
Song Qingshu was very experienced. Zhao Yuanyuan had never seen such a method of flirting with a lady. Not long after, her breathing became rapid and her emotions surged. Her whole body was completely controlled by the other. She didn't know when, but her whole body was lying on the brocade quilt.
The clothes on her body gradually decreased. She knew what was coming and didn't dare to open her eyes.
Seeing Zhao Yuanyuan's nervous appearance, Song Qingshu didn't force her to open her eyes. Instead, he quietly enjoyed it. A girl's tenderness and shyness was one of the most charming scenery in the world. Compared to the maturity and passion of a young married woman, it could be said that the plum blossoms were like orchids.
Bamboo and chrysanthemum each had their own advantages, and both were things that men could not refuse.
Feeling the weight of the man on her body, Zhao Yuanyuan knew that the most important moment was coming. She wanted her lover to extinguish the red candles in the room, but she was too shy to say anything. The only thing she could do was to obediently open her body and gently welcome the arrival of her husband.
… …
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yuanyuan pushed the man beside her. "Husband, you should go to Hu 'er." Her voice was very soft and trembling. It seemed to be mixed with a bit of pain, but it was more sweet. The room kept ringing with her soft pleading and urging.
"Okay, okay, I'll go."
Song Qingshu reluctantly got up from the bed. From the beginning, Zhao Yuanyuan had been urging him, but now he finally couldn't refuse.
"Wait a minute ~" A snow-white arm stretched out from under the red quilt and pulled him back. Although Zhao Yuanyuan was extremely tired, she still got up and helped him put on his clothes. "Put on your clothes. If you go over like this, it'll be like … What will it look like?"
Song Qingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Anyway, I'm going to take off my clothes soon. Why bother?" Zhao Yuanyuan wrapped the quilt in front of her body. However, this was to help him put on his clothes, so the quilt inevitably slipped because of her movements. Her dazzling white skin was reflected by the red mandarin duck quilt. It was really pitiful.
"Husband, don't play around." Zhao Yuanyuan blushed and pushed his mischievous hand away. "Every girl looks forward to their wedding night. If you go there with your clothes in such a disheveled state, even if Little Sister Hu 'er doesn't say anything, it's inevitable that she'll be disappointed."
Song Qingshu was stunned. He realized that what she said made sense, so he stopped touching her and started to put on his clothes seriously.
Soon, he looked exactly the same as before he entered the room. He even put on the groom's hat. Zhao Yuanyuan nodded in satisfaction. "It's finally about time. Go to Sister Hu 'er's place."
Song Qingshu hugged her lightly and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a while." Zhao Yuanyuan's gentleness just now was really lingering.
Zhao Yuanyuan blushed and said hurriedly, "Don't … Don't come back. Stay with your sister later."
Song Qingshu knew that she was embarrassed and was always thinking of his sister. He rolled his eyes and came up with a plan. "We'll see how it goes later. I'll go over first."
"Mhmm ~" Zhao Yuanyuan didn't know if it was because she was shy or something else, but she got back under the blanket and only responded in a small voice.
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