After several repetitions, a thin layer of sweat had permeated Daohua’s body.
Daohua didn’t want to be near the source of heat, continuously pushing it away.
With no other choice, Xiao Yeyang watched as Daohua wreaked havoc on his body, her actions having already torn open his shirt, exposing his well-defined and tightly muscled chest.
Not only his, but Daohua’s dress had also become disheveled, revealing a large expanse of skin as delicate as could be.
Xiao Yeyang found his throat becoming parched as he watched. Just as he was about to do something, Daohua, squinting, sat up, then, in a daze, got out of bed, walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and began to drink.
After finishing her tea, Daohua swayed on her feet, tugged at her dress, and muttered, "I’m so hot."
At that moment, Xiao Yeyang also got out of bed, walked up to Daohua, and looked at her intensely, "Are you awake?"
Daohua hummed in response, in a daze. Before she could react, she was scooped up horizontally.
Looking at the still sleepy-eyed Daohua, Xiao Yeyang carefully laid her on the bed, then pressed his entire body onto hers, accurately finding Daohua’s lips and kissed them fiercely.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
Daohua struggled to breathe under the pressure and struggled a few times, but alas, her strength was pitiful in comparison to Xiao Yeyang’s towering and robust frame.
Her bleary eyes gradually came into focus.
By then, Xiao Yeyang was no longer content with just kissing. His hands began to roam over Daohua’s body, and when they covered the soft fullness at her chest, the mental string in his head snapped. He could no longer suppress the desire in his heart, and somewhat roughly tore open the sash at Daohua’s waist, slipped into her top, and directly caressed her smooth, tender body.
The burning touch of his hands kneaded her body, and Daohua was fully awake.
The big red candle with dragon and phoenix design had burned halfway; tonight... was her wedding night.
Xiao Yeyang noticed the clarity in Daohua’s expression, joy overflowing in his eyes as he kept calling her ’Yiyi’, his kisses slowly trailing down from her cheek, not missing any spot.
Unaware of when her clothes had disappeared, Daohua felt her whole body weaken under the kisses, leaning against Xiao Yeyang’s scalding body, her mind blurring, passively allowing him to do as he wished.
Within the warm bedchamber, spring sentiments were rich.
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