C3

After eating a bowl of lotus seed porridge, he gradually gained strength.

Qing Fu had long since retreated out of the room, the doors and windows had all been shut tight.

After five days and five nights of slumber, Xuan Tuo was no longer sleepy.

Wan Jing made tea familiarly and then wiped the table again and again.

It seemed that the table was too dirty to be wiped clean.

"Enough. "Come here, I — we — sleep." Xuan Tuo stretched out his tone as he admired her helplessness. He brought the bride to his mouth and thought that he was just a sentimental prodigal son who had no reason to let go …

The word "sleep" suddenly made her panic. She suddenly saw the wine on the table and tried to change the subject, "Do you still want to drink this wine?" The granny had instructed them to make drinks. It didn't seem to be good luck if they didn't drink it.

"Bring it here." Xuan Tuo ordered without a doubt.

Wan-jing carried two small cups of wine and moved towards the bed step by step.

To think that he, Wen Che, was once a frequent customer in the PUB, these two small glasses of wine were as easy as water in his eyes. However, this was no ordinary wine, but a toast! It seemed like it would take the two of them to work together in order to successfully complete it.

There seemed to be three ways to drink this wine in the twenty-first century. The first way was normal; they would all drink the wine in one gulp, arms crossed; the second way was to wrap their hands around their loved ones' necks; the bit of difficulty was to drink it all in one gulp. The third was to take a sip and then feed it to the lover.

Xuan Tuo smiled evilly as he looked at his bride, Cherry Red's lips. He had already made up his mind …

A cup or two had fallen into his mouth in the blink of an eye, and the smell of alcohol was spreading in the air. Wan Jing hadn't even had the chance to enjoy the smell of alcohol, but the strong arm had already wrapped around her, and she was already lying down on the bed.

That man's resolute and handsome face approached her inch by inch. Wan Jing's eyes were wide open and her face was filled with fear. Her cherry lips were slightly opened. She didn't know what he was going to do …

The corner of Xuan Tuo's mouth curved into a pretty curve as he chuckled. Suddenly, he used his lips to seal hers. Before she could even react, the red hue of the girl had already flowed down the corner of Wanjing's lips …

However, the man's lips still sealed her mouth, and the sweet fragrance of the wine numbed her tongue. He didn't give her any chance to rest, as the air became thinner and thinner.

Cough … Cough …

So hot.

Finally, the arm that was tightly wrapped around her body was pulled away.

The smell of alcohol dispersed along his limbs and bones. In the blink of an eye, his little face turned red and his entire body turned red. Her alcohol capacity had always been poor, even her toes were pink like a lotus root.

The peach blossoms on her face were countless fox like flowers …

Xuan Tuo looked at her with a slight smile, his eyes full of confusion. He whispered into her ear, "My bride, can we sleep now?"

Wan Jing was stunned. Before she was married, her wet nurse had already disregarded her blush and told her about the wedding, but the groom in front of her seemed to have …

When she closed her eyes in resignation to her fate, what should come next was inevitable. He was her husband, so she had no other choice.

His lips leaned forward once again, and his uninjured arm moved around his body like a devil. When the red shirt was removed, and the cool air flowed into his body, Wanjing shivered slightly. Her tears flowed down her face and entered his mouth that was entangled with hers.

That pair of deep eyes met her in a piercing manner. "Could it be, you're not willing?"

She was silent, and tears continued to flow out of her eyes. It seemed as if they were leaking, as if she was enduring. She only silently faced him, neither evading nor rejecting him …

After a long while, a sigh ended the unbearable silence.

Wen Che got up and put on his robe. Looking at the red candle on the table, he said, "I, Xuan Tuo, have never lacked women, nor have I forced any women."

"Your Highness." Wan Jing whispered.

"Hmm?" What else did she want?

"You … You're letting me go? " As if she didn't believe it, her eyes flickered with a bright light, reflecting her expression, giving off a sense of vitality.

"What do you think?" This woman was not an ordinary person.

"Also …" "And …" Before Wan Jing could finish, her face turned red.

It was unknown what kind of handkerchief was in his hand as he gently twisted it. The snow-white color was the only unusual color in the room.

Wen Che smiled. So it was just for that drop of red. This custom had long since become ancient in the twenty-first century. Even the hymen could be repaired, so what could this drop of red mean?

"Bring it here." Overbearing to the point that it was irresistible.

Wan Jing raised the handkerchief up in front of him and gently loosened her grip. The snow-white handkerchief then fell into Xuan Tuo's palm.

Raising his left arm, he placed his index finger into his mouth. In the blink of an eye, the blood on his fingertip slowly seeped out, condensing into a round drop that gently dripped onto the handkerchief. Another drop, and in the blink of an eye, a red flower had bloomed on the handkerchief.

Putting them away, the mission for tomorrow morning was completed.

Wan Jing finally felt relieved.

Looking at his back as he walked towards the door, his heart began to panic. Why? Even though she didn't want him, she didn't understand his attitude of sending her to the "Cold Palace" early in the morning. Could it be that he was really dissatisfied with the tears that she had resisted?

He was already her husband. She could no longer extricate herself from the two people tied to each other for the rest of their lives. She could only resign herself to her fate. However, she couldn't give him her heart even if he could hide for a moment.

Perhaps he also hated this ridiculous wedding. Didn't that mean that he only loved the Rainbow Drunks in the Red House? Could it all be true?

Xuan Tuo lightly pushed the door but was unable to open it. The door had already been locked outside. This must be the wedding lady's order again. She didn't want to disturb Qing Fu, so she had no choice but to return to the room. His thoughts went all over the place. Right, this wedding night left the bride all alone in her room. Tomorrow would definitely be the capital's topic of conversation.

He looked into the room and saw that there was only one bed. He did not want to sleep on the floor and it did not seem appropriate for this charming beauty to sleep on the floor.

Xuan Tuo walked step by step towards the edge of the bed. Wan Jing quickly got up and stood in front of the square table.

"You, you regret it?"

"Why are you being so long-winded? Let's sleep on the bed together. You sleep on the inside, while I sleep on the outside. Are you afraid that I'll eat you?" His bride did not seem to be afraid of him in any ordinary way.

"If you don't come soon, I'll go back on my word. I'll eat you dry and swallow you down. " Xuan Tuo looked at Wan Jing and flashed her a serious smile. The woman was really funny, as if she was just scared and didn't know what to do.

She slowly walked back to the bed with her exquisite body.

"By the way, Qingfu said that when he rescued you from the canyon that day, you carried a strange bag on your back, a style we have never seen before." The style of the backpack was strange to her at first sight. She knew a lot about cloth, but she had never seen a package made of cloth like that. She suddenly thought of something. She didn't forget to use this opportunity to hide the panic in her heart.

"Where?" Was it the bag he'd carried when he came out of the theater? Xuan Tuo was secretly delighted.

"Over there."

Following the direction of Wan Jing's jade-like finger, Xuan Tuo saw the former backpack lying quietly at the corner of the room. There was the ancient Xiao, still intact, tied to the straps of the knapsack.

This Xiao Wen Che's backpack was all he had in this alternate dimension.

Delight was written all over his face.

"Shall I give it to you?" Wan Jing seemed to be carefully delaying her sleep.

"No need, go to sleep." He knew better than anyone what was inside. What was there to see?

Wan Jing had no choice but to blow the candle, and got into bed lightly like a cat. She snuggled close to the side of the bed and slept comfortably, as if she was afraid of squeezing Xuan Tuo and touching his injured arm.

He had imagined countless wedding nights, but he did not want to end the scene perfectly like this. He felt more at peace in his heart, and felt a sense of gratitude towards Xuan Tuo.

"Prince, are you really going to let me go because you only care about your husband's reputation?" Wan Jing suddenly asked, looking worried.

Xuan Tuo blinked, "Have you never heard of it before?" In this capital, who doesn't know that I only have eyes for Miss Ni Chang from the Drunken Red House? Besides, what was a wedding? "It's just a grand occasion. If I wanted to, you could still be the prime minister, and I would still be my bachelor." He had seen too many marriages and divorces to make a fuss about it, and he didn't care about this ridiculous wedding when it was a dream to share a bed.

Wan Jing's heart slightly twitched. It was good to have him say it out himself. Their hearts were even now, and she was no longer in debt.

Two days ago, from the moment Wan Jing found out that she was going to marry Prince Su, she had not slept well or eaten well.

Xuan Tuo's face gradually became blurry as he closed his eyes and quietly fell asleep. He did not care about this land and sky that had once collapsed.

The sound of frogs' cries rang out, but it disturbed Wan Jing's even breathing.