His hands scooped down and she was lifted up entirely. The bed curtains fell, he on top, she below, the atmosphere intimate.
Xin Mei shook her head: “No, I should be on top.”
Lu Qianqiao rolled over, pushed down by her onto the bed, another weight on his body—she had climbed on top.
Kisses, scattered long hair falling on his chest, moist burning breath… it was truly unbearably ticklish. Lu Qianqiao suddenly gripped her waist, his palm stroking up her spine vertebra by vertebra. With slight pressure, she tumbled into his embrace, their panting lips somehow entangled again, deepening, pressing and caressing.
“…I’m hot…”
Her mind was in chaos. Right, she had to teach him… but she couldn’t bear to let go, whether body or lips, both craved his touch. Even separating for a brief moment was unbearable.
Hot, then remove clothes.
He clumsily and tremblingly helped her untie her sashes. The next moment her lips eagerly pressed up again, half her chest exposed—skin touching skin.
Like lighting a great fire on dry grasslands, the situation instantly lost control, losing all method.
How the clothes actually came off, neither could remember, nor had time to think about it.
…Right, Guanyin Sitting on Lotus.
In Xin Mei’s consciousness that had turned to mush, these four words flashed by. Lu Qianqiao didn’t know how, and she had great responsibility—tonight she had to teach him properly.
So…
The gauze curtain shook violently, followed immediately by two wails. Xin Mei “swoosh” pulled open the curtain, face pale as she stuck out a bare arm, frantically searching through the bedside cabinet.
A hand pulled her back.
She weakly crawled outward, mumbling: “I’m injured, and bleeding… wound medicine… that Orchid Musk Tender Pistil Collection…”
She needed wound medicine, and the demonstration manual for wedding nights…
“Don’t go!”
Having endured to the ultimate extreme, with veins nearly popping from his temples, Lu Qianqiao finally could no longer bear it. He reached out to pull her back, shifted his body slightly, and supported her neck to lie on her side.
“Don’t go…”
Otherwise he would die, truly die.
“It hurts.”
“Bear with it a little, it won’t hurt soon.”
He turned to press over her, kisses falling on her chest, using all the willpower of the War Ghosts to not think of that instant’s soul-stealing taste just now. His fingers gently caressed her earlobes and neck, easing her tense muscles.
What a difficult and thorn-filled wedding night, for both her and him.
“Don’t… don’t touch there!”
Then switch to the other side—
“Ahaha! So ticklish! Don’t touch!”
Then change to rubbing—
“…Gentler, it hurts so much…”
Really hard to please.
He bit her lower lip as punishment. Xin Mei immediately retaliated unwillingly, wanting to bite his nose. When he lifted his head to avoid it, her small teeth gently bit his chin.
He suddenly moved, tentatively, but more unexpectedly possessive and irresistible. She immediately stiffened.
“…Hurt?” he asked with restrained panting.
She couldn’t say… she couldn’t describe what that feeling was. It seemed to hurt, but not the same kind of pain as before—strange and alien. Xin Mei gripped his shoulders tightly, looking at him in confusion. Those dark red eyes were deep and somewhat frightening. Suddenly, his lashes trembled and he closed his eyes, kissing her forcefully.
The world spun.
She clutched the blanket, not knowing why she wanted to crawl out again: “No… I don’t…”
…She wasn’t allowed to say “no.”
One hand supporting her waist, he pressed completely down, invading, attacking, conquering. She immediately went soft, her throat releasing trembling moans for the first time. Opening her eyes, the festive red everywhere swallowed her.
“Lu Qianqiao…” She struggled to find her voice, fingers threading through his hair, meeting his deep gaze.
“It should… should be me teaching you. I want to be on top.”
“Tomorrow I’ll let you be on top.”
She wanted to protest, but suddenly forgot what she was going to say. Her restless hands were pressed to both sides as he entangled endlessly with her, inseparable.
The Orchid Musk Tender Pistil Collection in the cabinet silently wept—they had looked at those diagrams so many times, but when the moment came, not one was used.
The wedding night passed in such an awkward and conservative manner…