sbdcsierra Chapter 379 Wedding (3)
Chapter 379 Wedding (3)
In the bedroom, there was only a little light cast by the flickering candlelight.
The candlelight fell on Zhang Xueming's profile, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes made the fragmented light in her dark pupils even clearer, as if the stars in the sky were shattered in her eyes, indescribably charming.
Gong Yuanzheng leaned over in a daze, and Zhang Xueming reached out and touched his cheek.
Gong Yuanzheng shuddered slightly, his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of his mouth.
He had a bad feeling, but when Zhang Xueming stared at him, his mind went into a mess and he couldn't think.
The curtains fell, and candlelight shone through dimly, not enough for them to see each other clearly, but it created a vague attraction.
Gong Yuanzheng felt like the rice dumplings he had eaten in Baimiao City during the Tianzhong Festival. She peeled off the wrapping leaves layer by layer to reveal the soft and glutinous inner core.
Zhang Xueming's hands are very gentle, and so are her lips.
At first, it was just a taste, but soon it turned into an insatiable demand.
As their skin touched, the warmth turned into burning heat, causing Gong Yuanzheng to feel pain all over.
A whimpering sound escaped from his throat, unable to be contained.
He was like a bug caught in a spider's web, or a ship caught in a whirlpool, floating up and down, with no way to escape.
Fortunately, he didn't want to escape.
Staring at the pair of eyes that showed no concealment of possessiveness in the dim light, Gong Yuanzheng pinched her smooth waist and thought drowsily: It doesn't matter, just hold her tight.
……
The overexcited novice quickly surrendered.
Gong Yuanzheng looked at the girl on his body in a daze, feeling dizzy and unable to recover from the strong shock.
Zhang Xueming gently stroked his forehead and cheeks, her fingertips moving across his Adam's apple and chest, and she slowly leaned over, her cheeks flushed, her eyes watery, and she smiled charmingly: "Come again."
After more than half an hour, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.
Gong Yuanzheng raised his hands to cover his eyes. Even the slight light was dazzling and he couldn't breathe evenly for a long time.
Zhang Xueming pulled his hand away, looked at the young man with tears in his eyes, who looked like he would break if touched, and curled his red lips slightly.
The boy's almost beautiful face had a demonic beauty at this moment, which made her feel numb at the sight.
When they were about to fight again, Gong Yuanzheng suddenly hugged her, turned over fiercely, and switched the attacking and defending positions.
Zhang Xueming did not argue with him about winning or losing. He just lay down quietly and watched him with interest.
Tears were about to fall from Gong Yuanzheng's eyelashes, but the corners of his mouth were raised in a strange arc.
He reached under the soft pillow and took out the jade bead and gold bell necklace that Zhang Xueming had given him. He carefully wrapped it around her right ankle and fastened it.
"Go on," he said, his eyes shining frighteningly.
In the curtain, panting and the sound of bells could be heard endlessly.
After an unknown amount of time, Gong Yuanzheng lay down next to Zhang Xueming, sweating profusely, and even moving his fingers found it difficult.
Zhang Xueming was still full of energy. She looked at him sideways with a smile, and licked his red lips with her pink tongue, like a lazy leopard, still wanting more: "It tastes good, I like it very much."
As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped onto the horse easily. Gong Yuanzheng looked at the girl who was smiling charmingly and could no longer laugh...
When the sky turned pale, Zhang Xueming finally lifted the curtain with satisfaction and got out of bed. He put on his clothes and went to the outer room to get warm water to wipe the poor little man's body.
After Gong Yuanzheng was refreshed, she pulled open the big red brocade quilt to wrap him up, carried him to the beauty couch in the outer room, came back to change the bedding, and then carried him back.
Gong Yuanzheng was as quiet as death, letting her move him around.
Zhang Xueming went to the cubicle to wash up a bit, and returned to Gong Yuanzheng's side with fresh water vapor. She gently stroked his slightly pale face, smiling softly and lovingly: "Okay, go to sleep."
Gong Yuanzheng struggled to open his eyes, his voice so weak it was like a whisper: "No, I have to get up. I have to serve tea this morning."
Zhang Xueming snuggled into his arms, hugged him, and used his inner strength to stroke his back with his left hand, coaxing him softly: "It's okay, the cock hasn't crowed yet, it's still early. Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when it's time, and I won't let you be late."
Gong Yuanzheng was like a cat whose fur had been stroked and felt comfortable. He let out a low sigh from his throat, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and fell asleep peacefully.
……
An hour later, Zhang Xueming woke up Gong Yuanzheng.
She had already stood up and asked the maids to prepare hot water for bathing.
Gong Yuanzheng sat up, but his mind was still asleep.
Her long hair, as smooth as fine silk, was draped over her shoulders, her eyes seemed half open, and she hugged the quilt for a long time without moving.
Zhang Xueming loved his little appearance very much. She hugged and kissed him, helped him put on his underwear and cloak, and took him to the bathroom.
"Ayuan, can I help you wash?" Zhang Xueming was eager to try.
Gong Yuanzheng was half asleep and half awake, and responded "OK" reflexively.
Once someone got into the bathtub, the hot water cleared their minds.
Seeing Zhang Xueming's hand holding a handkerchief reaching out to him, he shrank back into the water in shock, his face flushed: "Zhao Zhao, why are you here?!"
Zhang Xueming laughed: "I'll help you clean it. Didn't you just say 'OK'?"
"No, no, no, get out! Get out!" Gong Yuanzheng was so embarrassed that he almost hid his face in the water.
"You really don't need my help?"
"no, I'm fine!"
Zhang Xueming could only put the towel on the edge of the bathtub and go to another bathroom to take a bath regretfully.
Gong Yuanzheng listened to the door closing before he let out a light breath and sat up straight with a red face.
Recalling what happened last night, he felt his body was so hot that it seemed like it was about to explode.
Embarrassed, unwilling...
Complex emotions stirred in his chest, and finally turned into gnashing his teeth in hatred: "I will not lose!"
His internal energy flowed through his meridians, and all his fatigue disappeared. He appeared in the dressing room in high spirits and full of fighting spirit.
Meeting Zhang Xueming's eyes in the mirror, he couldn't help blushing, but still waved away the maid: "No need for you, I'll do it."
Half a year was enough time for Palace King, who was devoted to learning how to take good care of his wife, to get a high score of over 90.
If you have clumsy hands, just practice more, just like the oil seller’s secret: there is no secret, just practice makes perfect.
The smooth long hair is divided into five strands, twisted and coiled on the left side, and fixed with a golden auspicious cloud hair buckle. It looks like rolling clouds, lively and agile, which is called a cloud bun.
Pick out a hibiscus tassel hairpin inlaid with pink pearls, which is neat and feminine.
Gong Yuanzheng washed his hands with satisfaction and then put on makeup for her.
Zhang Xueming had already accepted the fact that her partner was also keen on playing "Miracle Zhao Zhao". The eldest brother didn't laugh at the second brother, but didn't she also like playing "Miracle Zheng Zheng" very much?
Gong Yuanzheng gently lifted her chin and helped her draw eyebrows. When he was done, he saw that she closed her eyes and looked so cute, so he couldn't help but kiss her.
After applying some light red lipstick, he couldn't help but kiss her again when he saw her moist lips pouting slightly as if asking for a kiss.
Zhang Xueming was so tempted that he reached out to grab him, but he ran away: "Zhao Zhao, stop making trouble. We don't have enough time."
Zhang Xueming withdrew his hand in dismay: "Humph."
Gong Yuanzheng picked out a bright red jacket and skirt embroidered with flying wild geese for her. But fearing an accidental discharge, he did not dare to help her put it on and could only urge her to change.
On the first day of his wedding, he had to wear something red, so he chose a moon-white stand-up collar inner robe and a long red robe with arrow sleeves embroidered with wild geese and auspicious clouds.
The two of them ate a few snacks to fill their stomachs, and hurried to the front yard to offer tea to the Third Old Master and Zhang Wenling and his wife.