C133 Happy newlyweds

I don't know, I've never known life could still be like this.

Love, so this was love.

She groaned softly.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was very nervous, and he stopped moving. Although she felt extremely joyful, an extremely strange excitement, but she always hoped that if she was happy, then she had to be happy too. Being together like this, that was what a husband and wife would want.

Wasn't she happy?

He didn't know what to do, so he could only gently stroke her cheek to comfort her. With the innocent nervousness and concern of a teenager, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, draped over the red pillow embroidered with mandarins, the loose black hair rippling about; her slender fingers rested lightly on his chest, as if she had been reborn once.

He stared at her, his eyes soft with emotion, and gently took her arm and held her around him. She was gentle, following his lead, as if they were learning to grow together.

She closed her eyes. The moisture in them was getting thicker and thicker. She couldn't help but feel like she was being redeemed by her emotions.

Redemption!

That's it.

Because, at this moment, she seemed to have not thought of her nightmare at all. She no longer felt that tingling sensation on her scalp.

It was no longer the simple daydream of hugging her to sleep, but a real possession.

Happier than all happiness, better than all beauty.

The feeling of flying.

Why did he like her?

Why did he like her at first sight?

It turned out that she was destined to be his, a part of him that he had lost somewhere long ago. It was only today that he had found her, a part of him that was completely compatible with him, a part of him.

His heart was filled with ecstasy, his limbs were full, and his soul was soft.

At this moment, his whole body was drenched in sweat, carrying with it a sense of novelty and gentleness. He slid down from her body and gently embraced her. He said in an ecstatic voice, "It's so good, I feel so happy …"

His body was empty, his heart a little empty, but his embrace filled that emptiness at once, and his lips were pressed against hers, and soon his tongue was in too, stirring gently.

The sweet kiss after being scorched was like the best kind of relaxation. Her entire body became completely soft. After a long time, she sighed continuously while lying on his chest.

He whispered softly into her ear, "I'm very happy. Are you happy?"

She nodded. It wasn't exactly the happiness of the body, but the total relaxation of the mind. Such a thing, not only was it not frightening, it was also extremely sweet.

She smiled, and they lay side by side, hand in hand.

It was late at night.

It seemed as if another heavy snow was falling outside the window, and the wind was blowing overhead.

Hua Rong slowly opened her eyes. For some reason, she didn't feel sleepy at all. In the dark night, she turned her body slightly, her movements very light, afraid that she would disturb Yue Pengju's good dreams. However, as soon as she turned around, she was immediately embraced by a pair of gentle arms and hugged once more.

She laughed softly, "Pengju, you haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep!"

His breathing was heavy, the soft waist in his embrace was the only thing that made her smile, and it caused her to boil up once more.

Only now did he completely understand that he was no longer the same as before. In the past, he had only held her in his arms with gentleness and tenderness; now, after experiencing the taste of love, it was as if a person who had just taken a drug addict would never be able to get rid of the pleasure of riding on a cloud!

Who wants to get rid of that deep-seated happiness?

He pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead, called her over and over again, then kissed her lips again — no longer a feverish invasion, but a sweet and gentle entanglement, turning the aftereffects of each other's passion into a deep attachment.

Satisfied.

His limbs and bones were all so joyful, every pore was thoroughly relaxed.

Her head rested lightly on the crook of his arm, and she fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes. He touched her loose silk, and a wave of weariness came over him, sweet and deep, and he fell asleep.

The snowstorm did not stop for the entire night.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, he was awakened by the scattered sounds of firecrackers.

Because of the holidays, everyone, other than the personnel on duty, was having a rare and peaceful New Year according to the rules of the Song Kingdom.

Yue Pengju opened his eyes and saw that the woman in the crook of his arm was sleeping soundly. The winter was late and misty, so he couldn't see everything clearly. After a while, his eyes adapted completely to the hazy morning of winter. Only then did he notice the thick layer of snow outside the window, reflecting and brightening up.

As usual, he had risen to inspect the situation, but the temporary end of the war, the atmosphere of the new year, the joy of the wedding, all of this gave rise to a feeling of unwillingness to see that familiar face disturbed by the hardships of the past.

How long had it been since she had slept so well?

He looked at her sideways. Her eyelashes were long and drooping like two thick rows of small fans. Her bright face was calm and serene, as if she had a faint smile between her eyebrows.

It was a beautiful night's dream, which was why she had such a calm and gentle expression on her face.

He smiled and remembered everything that had happened last night. His body began to heat up again, from unfamiliarity to longing and eagerness. Because he was young, he was full of energy.

Because it tasted good, it was even more gluttonous.

Like a hungry person or a thirsty person, how could they resist the urge to continue eating and drinking to their heart's content when they saw the delicacies before them?

He turned his body slightly to the side and brushed a strand of hair across her forehead. When his hand touched her smooth forehead, he couldn't help but gently stroke her delicate face.

She was confused by the gentle caress, but she still slept soundly, unwilling to open her eyes. The smile on her face grew deeper and deeper.

His hand went down again, and he squeezed that beautiful softness, and then he held it in both hands and rubbed it gently.

She couldn't hold it in any longer, so she laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

As if silently hinting and inviting, he chuckled, flipped over, and once again landed on her body. She didn't know if she wanted to push him away or to caress him. She gently waved her hand, but without even realizing it, she went down and touched his powerful desire.

Joy, a great joy.

He gently held her hand, allowing her to hold onto that burning life force.

Her face instantly turned red, reflecting the snow-white light outside the window with a kind of gentleness. As if scalded, the two of them blushed, feeling even more awkward than last night.

But, very quickly, he resolved his embarrassment, but she still kept her eyes closed. When she didn't know anything, her hand loosened and the scorching heat left.

After a long while, he sat up and held her in his arms. He said gently, "You're up, okay?"

Laughing, she hugged his neck and lay down again. Her fingers were clenched tightly, while her other hand was placed on his chest. "It's so cold, I like it this way …"

His father would take some beans or peanuts or chestnuts and bury them in the fire. As long as he heard the sound of a bang, the room would be filled with the fragrance, and at that time, he would always ask his father to feed it to him.

What a wonderful childhood, what a loving father.

At that time, there were also homes. Everything was carefree and carefree.

However, all of this was quickly destroyed. From the destruction of a clan to the destruction of a nation, there had been nothing left in life but wandering and desolation. Since when had there ever been such a tender attachment?

He clearly realized that he finally had a home and a husband …

Husband, what a strange creature.

The closest of friends.

His only family in this world.

He could lie down in his arms and act coquettishly and stick together in this kind of snow. Closer than one's closest kin.

Yue Pengju's hand slipped past her body. Uncontrollably, he touched those wounds again, and although the shallow scars were already faint, they were still there, reminding her of the many hardships she had encountered.

He held her in his arms, and when he saw her gentle expression and spirited gaze, he only wanted to pity her at this moment. No matter what she wanted to do, he would do as she said. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, she would have to borrow a ladder and climb it to pick them for her.

Yue Pengju laughed: "No matter what you want to do today, I will do as you say."

"I like to lie like this reading and eating …"

"Alright, let's just spend the day like this."

She giggled. "Pengju, I really like you."

"I like you too, Sis …"

The two words "sister" seemed so awkward after last night. Love, let a man grow up completely, she is in front of her to depend on the heaven and earth. He rubbed his head, embarrassed.

As if she had seen through his thoughts, she laughed out loud and said in a small voice, "Pengju, when I was young, my parents both called me Sister Shi Qi …"

"Why are you called Sister Shi Qi?"

"Because I'm ranked amongst the Shi Qi girls in the clan, I'm called Sister Shi Qi. Everyone calls it that. "

He was amused. "Hur Hur, I was ranked fifth when I was young, everyone called me Fifth Brother Yue."

Her eyes lit up. "I'll call you Fifth Brother from now on?"

"Yes, I'm calling you Sister Shi Qi."

The two of them held hands again, lying down side by side. Just holding hands seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he simply reached out and hugged her, then hugged her as he laid face to face on top of her.

This kind of intimate posture would not make him feel shy, as if he was already used to it. She saw him close his eyes slightly, reach out his hand quietly to quack him, and he immediately laughed, and the two of them laughed together.

When he opened the window, the snow had not stopped. The cold wind was still blowing towards the house. Everyone knew that his wife was currently married and had deep feelings for each other. After greeting each other and greeting each other, Zhang Xian then received the children to play, leaving the military matters under his and Wang Gui's responsibility, which was arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

It was almost lunch. It was with breakfast.

Yue Pengju stood by the window for a moment, then quickly closed it. Turning his head, he saw that Hua Rong was dressed in thick cotton clothes, and was busy working in the house.

"Sister Shi Qi, what's going on?"

She mysteriously smiled and raised her head. "A small stove made from red mud. Want to drink a cup of nothing?"

Yue Pengju walked over and saw that she had placed a few types of tea on the Desk, as well as a copper pot that he had found somewhere.

"You want to make tea again?"

"No, I'm making wine today."

Making wine and sweeping snow was originally a joyous occasion for a prosperous era. But now, in this chaotic world, one could steal a chance to live for half a day. Even if he had a military career, he still felt a bit at home.

It turned out that at the ends of the earth, with a woman by his side, he had naturally become a family.

He sat down beside her. "Do you need my help?"

"I want you to watch the fire."

"Yes."

Her delicate hands flew around, taking the wine jug to warm it up. Then she added a new year's worth of glutinous rice brew and orange peel, as well as some flower petals that she had collected at odd hours. These things were very easy to find. Last night, the newly wedded dried fruits were all there.