The 104th Episode

  Mrs. Sheng wore a brand new sapphire blue cheongsam with intricate patterns, her expression solemn as she gazed at Gu Tingyan, who was kowtowing to her. She accepted the tea he offered, then silently handed him a red envelope. Her eyes, cold as electricity, sized him up from head to toe; fortunately, Gu Tingyan had seen his fair share of life and death, and managed to maintain a smile throughout.

  Farewell to Gu Tingyan, Wang's mouth was bitter and her mood was complicated. She sat at the top with a dignified expression and said a few polite words. Finally, Sheng Hong came to ease the tension, after all, he was an actor. He spoke in a refined tone, saying something like "I'm deeply moved" and his eyes even welled up with tears. His actions were flawless, just like a kind-hearted old father.

  After Gu Tingyan and his wife paid their respects to the Sheng family, the newlywed bride, covered with a veil, was led by Old Lady Feng into the main hall. Gu Tingyan didn't dare look up, only bowing his head as he bid farewell to the Sheng couple along with Minglan. Sheng Hong was almost in tears, repeatedly saying: "Good! You two must respect and love each other, growing old together; may your descendants be numerous and prosperous, and may you teach them well."

  Wang finally expressed her feelings, saying in a warm tone: "In the future, you must be respectful and cautious, listen more to your husband's words, and don't act recklessly." She thought she had done well enough, as she was never good at speaking in formal language. When Rulan got married, she cried so much that she became dizzy, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

  When they finally said their goodbyes, the old lady couldn't bear it anymore. She tightly grasped Minglan's hand, her eyes shining with tears. Under the veil, Minglan could only see a small patch of ground and had no idea what expression the old lady wore. As she bowed her head, all she saw was an old, thin hand clutching her own plump one, the joints faintly white. Suddenly, her nose stung, and a large tear dropped heavily onto their clasped hands.

  The old lady was as if she had been scalded, hastily letting go, and only then did she say in a low voice: "In the future... be good..."

  Minglan's chest was filled with a sour and unutterable feeling, she couldn't say a word, and could only nod vigorously, almost shaking off her headscarf.

  Minglan bowed her head, letting the tears fall straight down to the ground, so as not to ruin her makeup. She was led by someone unknown, slowly walking outwards until they reached the gate, where she was lifted into a sedan chair by her brother Changbai. As the curtain of the sedan chair was lowered and it began to move, Minglan knew they were setting off. In a flurry, she pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve, carefully dabbing away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

  Eight people carried a large sedan chair, the spacious interior of which was adorned with pearls and jade, gold and colored paintings. It didn't seem to shake much, and it moved very smoothly. Minglan's ears were filled with the deafening sound of drums and firecrackers, while the streets were filled with the joyful chatter of the crowd.

  At this time, Minglan only felt that her face was slightly painful. The old lady looked gentle, but when she pinched her face, it was so severe that the more she thought about it, the more painful her face became. She took a deep breath and couldn't help but let out a soft "ouch".

  The little maid outside the sedan chair with pointed ears couldn't help but poke her head out from behind the curtain and ask softly, "Miss, are you hungry? I have some food here!"

  Minglan couldn't help but giggle and snorted out - this foodie! She lightly scolded from behind the curtain, "I'm not hungry!"

  "Miss, don't hold it in!" Little Peach urged anxiously.

  Ming Lan's face turned black: "I couldn't bear it!"

  In ancient times, Feng Shui was mostly the same. Outside the city of Beijing, it was said that the east was rich, the west was noble, the south was poor, and the north was humble. Inside the city, the imperial relatives and high-ranking officials lived in clusters. Thanks to the blessing of the wise old man who bought the house, the Sheng family's property was quite good, not far from the Ningyuan Hou Mansion. It took Minglan about two meals' time to get out of the sedan chair.

  Minglan had one hand on Danju's wrist and the other holding onto the large red silk cloth that was once again stuffed into her hand, walking forward in a daze. As soon as she stepped into the Ningyuan Marquis' estate, Minglan immediately felt the deafening sound of firecrackers and congratulatory cheers by her ears. The ground was covered with long, red carpets leading all the way to the main house's wedding hall. Minglan walked slowly on the carpet until she saw the intricately carved and painted threshold, only then did she realize they had arrived.

  For a while, Minglan was like a wooden puppet, standing up and bowing down with the prompt of the ceremonial officer, turning around, bowing again, turning around again, and bowing again. After a dizziness, she was led away like a little dog; unexpectedly, the bridal chamber was even more noisy than outside, Minglan was pressed to sit on the wedding bed, listening to the laughter and noise of the women in the house.

  Compared to Minglan's embarrassment, Gu Tingye was very familiar with the process. He took a red silk wrapped black wood silver-edged scale from Xi'niang and carefully lifted the bright red cover - remarriage was indeed different.

  Minglan only felt a flash of light, and above her head was a tall figure looming over her. She looked up to meet Gu Tingye's eyes, deep, calm, and with an especially profound gaze that seemed to hold deep meaning whenever he looked at someone. Minglan's face flushed immediately, and she lowered her head in a perfectly timed display of shyness. Gu Tingye couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with amusement.

  He then sat down beside Minglan, muttering something under his breath. Minglan listened and vaguely made out the words "How did you get your face to look like that?" Minglan almost shouted - Auntie worked hard all day, how dare you still complain?!

  "Oh! What a beautiful bride!" A woman wearing a crimson embroidered jacket laughed and said, all the women in the room burst into laughter and started teasing her.

  Minglan raised her eyes and took a glance, the room was full of women adorned with pearls and jade, embroidered silk, wearing brocade and satin, amidst the fragrance of their hair ornaments, she blushed, damn it, after being made up to look so dignified, can you still tell if I'm pretty or not?!

  Then, Minglan and the new husband were pelted with a headful of hua sheng red dates and the like. Minglan didn't dare move, could only honestly endure it. Gu Tingye had a conditioned reflex for a moment, couldn't help but catch a few, which again brought about a burst of laughter.

  "Good heavens! Brother Yan, this is the bridal chamber, not a martial arts arena. Your skills are of no use here!" The same plump woman in crimson laughed and teased, the room erupting into loud laughter. Gu Tingyan slowly lowered his hand, smiled faintly, and remained silent.

  The womenfolk were all restrained by Gu Tingyan's identity and temper, and it wasn't good to laugh too much. A woman brought up a plate of things, pinched something that looked like a pastry, and handed it to Minglan's mouth. Minglan knew this custom, gritted her teeth and took a small bite of the pastry, and indeed found it was raw inside. The woman laughed and asked: "Is it raw?"

  "Ah, yes."

  The women in the house burst into another fit of laughter, and the woman turned her head and laughed: "All the ladies and madams have heard that the new daughter-in-law said she wants to give birth, and in the future, she will surely flourish with many children and good fortune!"

  Minglan's face turned red, and she giggled foolishly for a few moments; reminding herself that this was an era without family planning, worshiping the Goddess of Fertility would be less expensive and more practical than worshiping a mother pig.

  Finally, it was the turn of the nuptial wine. In a small, round tea tray made of red lacquered wood with gold trimmings, there were two white ceramic cups with swallowtail patterns tied together with a red string. Minglan slightly turned her body to the side, her face flushing as she and Gu Tingye drank from the joined cups. As their bodies drew closer, she raised her eyelids slightly, catching sight of the clean line of his jaw, strong and elegant, and her heart skipped a beat.

  After all, it's a high-quality goods, turn off the lights, close your eyes, and you can get through it.

  After the ceremony, Gu Tingyan was rushed out to wait on guests. As he was about to leave, he couldn't help but turn his head back, as if wanting to say something. Seeing the room full of womenfolk, he closed his mouth and left. The plump woman had been holding back her smile, and when she saw him leave, she walked up to Minglan and said warmly: "Second sister-in-law, I am your husband's elder sister. Don't be afraid, from now on, whenever you come to our house, you'll be one of us!"

  Minglan saw her smiling and gentle, so she also smiled back: "Dajie Bao"

  At this moment, a lady standing beside the table suddenly burst out laughing, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and saying: "Mrs. Huan, you're too impatient! The elder Mrs. hasn't spoken yet, but you've already gotten excited!"

  Another woman immediately chimed in, "This saying doesn't make sense. It's said that being impatient can't produce sons, but Elder Sister Wang has raised two boys, it's clear that Elder Sister was anxious at the right times!"

  The women all burst out laughing, and Wang Da Sao pretended to be angry, putting her hands on her hips and pouting: "Hmph! I'm an old good-for-nothing now, these years you've been calling me names and my skin has gotten thicker!" Then she turned around, pointing at a woman sitting quietly beside the double happiness lanterns, and said to Minglan with a smile: "Younger sister, look, this is your eldest sister-in-law!"

  The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a dark red auspicious cloud-patterned jacket with a two-inch-wide black velvet border, her white and clean goose-egg face very plain, her appearance elegant and beautiful, smiling slightly, but with a hint of melancholy between her eyebrows. She didn't seem to be dressed up or adorned with anything, she quietly stood up, walked slowly towards me, and the room gradually became quiet, no one spoke anymore.

  Minglan knew that this was the legitimate wife of the Gu family, the wife of Gu Tingyu, and now the Madame of Ningyuan, Shao. Minglan didn't dare get out of bed, and immediately bowed her head to the woman, respectfully saying: "Elder sister-in-law!"

  Mrs. Shao walked over, gently grasping Minglan's hand, and Minglan only felt a cool touch, then heard her say slowly: "From now on, we are one family, living together day by day, and will gradually become familiar with each other. Don't be too formal at home." With just a few words of instruction, her tone was calm, but there was an unspeakable desolation and indifference.

  Madam Shao turned around and said to the crowd, "Let's hurry up and go ahead too. A big group of guests can't just stand around making fun of the bride." The women smiled in response, with Auntie Wang leading the way, and they filed out one by one.

  "Madam Shao turned around and said softly to Minglan, 'I know you have servants by your side, but my second brother didn't used to live here, and the people he brought with him may not be reliable. I'll leave two maids at the door for you; if you need anything, just give them orders directly. You must be tired today too, so I've ordered some food to be prepared and sent over later for you to fill your stomach.'"

  After finishing speaking, she smiled slightly and waited for Minglan to thank her before leaving as well.

  Minglan gazed at the door, feeling quite surprised. The impression that Mrs. Shao gave people was vastly different from that of Madame Qin - polite, warm, and considerate, yet also carrying a hint of coldness, with a sense of keeping others at arm's length. Perhaps others might feel uncomfortable, but Minglan found it rather pleasant; this measured concern somehow made her feel more at ease.

  After everyone left, only Danju, Xiaotao and two other little maidservants were left in the house.

  Tangerine watched Minglan sit upright for a long time, and her heart ached. Seeing that everyone else had left, she hurried forward and asked in a low voice: "Miss, are you hungry? Do you want to have some tea?"

  "It's not necessary." Minglan rubbed her almost stiff waist, wanting to stretch, but considering the two maids, she didn't want them to see, so she said to Danju, "I want to wash my face, go get some hot water."

  This face of pink wall-like powder almost took her life; Dan Ju left at the sound.

  Xiao Tao saw Ming Lan rubbing her lower back and went over to gently take over, Xiao Tao was very skilled at massage, with just the right amount of pressure. Ming Lan let out a comfortable sigh in her heart, but seeing the two maidservants still standing there, she could only put on a serious smile and beckoned them over, "What are your names?"

  Two maidservants seemed to be in a state of great trepidation, and the slightly older one stepped forward respectfully: "Replying to milady, this servant's name is Xia He, and hers is Xia Zhu; it was Master who ordered us to wait on milady."

  Minglan has been living a decadent life in the Sheng household for ten years. Just by looking at how these two girls speak and behave, although they are polite and cautious, there is a hint of stiffness and tension, which is not natural at all. It can be seen that they have not received long-term traditional training as inner house maids, probably just temporary on-the-job training for half a year.

  Generally speaking, the personal maidservants of prominent families who have been renowned for generations are mostly cultivated from a young age. Usually, they enter the inner house to serve at around ten years old and learn everything from scratch, including eating habits, etiquette, tea drinking, dressing, hair styling, cleaning, accounting, and even speaking with guests and social interactions, all of which have certain rules and regulations, not to mention the knowledge and insights gained through hearing and seeing.

  It's said that 'it's better to marry a servant girl than a young daughter-in-law'. In the past, Minglan would have scoffed at this, but after experiencing Mrs. Fang's strict and meticulous teachings, she could only say that common sayings are all reasonable. And Mrs. Fang also regretfully said that the Sheng family has become much simpler, if it were in the former Yongyi Marquis' estate, at least half of the servant girls around Minglan would have been eliminated!

  This sentence scared Little Peach for several nights and she couldn't sleep, fearing that she would be driven out.

  So, the scene where a young master saves a girl who is selling her body to bury her father and then she begs to serve him as a cow or horse to repay him, this kind of thing almost never happens in real wealthy families. Even if he really did save someone, they would be handed over to the housekeeper mother to slowly teach them manners and etiquette, starting from the outer circle, step by step. Wanting to suddenly become a personal attendant? No way! Are you here to repay kindness or to hook up with the young master?! Ancient people understood this, it's just modern soap operas that are brainless.

  It seems that Gu Tingyan does not trust the people of Ningyuan Houfu, so he can only recruit workers himself. It is said that when the emperor rewarded him with fields and houses, he also gave him many slaves and tenant farmers, but it is unknown where these two girls came from.

  Xia He saw Minglan and remained silent, with a look of fear on her delicate face. Minglan looked at her and smiled slightly, saying: "Your name sounds nice, who gave it to you?"

  Xia He let out a soft sigh and said, "It was started by Chang Nian; because we were selected to enter the mansion on a summer day."

  Ming Lan quietly remembered the name, listening to the two girls speaking clearly and with a fairly open-minded attitude, somewhat likable. Little Peach couldn't help but express her opinion: "Your names are quite... oh no, extremely good."

  Minglan gave her a glance, while Xiaotao still resented that her name was too common and easy to understand.

  Minglan chatted with them for a while, and then Danju came in carrying a basin, followed by two other maids, each holding a large water jug, fragrant soap, towels and so on.

  Xiao Tao immediately got up, took over the handkerchief and scarf, wrapped one of the longer ones around Minglan's chest, then took out a small, semi-transparent tortoiseshell comb from her own embroidered pouch, combed up Minglan's side hair, and then wetted the other handkerchief. Danju removed all the rings, bracelets, and seven or eight dragon and phoenix gold bangles from Minglan's hands, putting them away safely.

  Minglan slightly lowered her head, letting them wash her face and hands. They changed the water three times before finally washing off the layer of white powder on Minglan's face. Danju opened a small box from their luggage and took out several delicate porcelain bottles. She lightly applied a fragrant cream to Minglan's face, neck, and hands, gently massaging it in.

  Finally, Danju helped Minglan change into a brand new everyday dress, and Xiaotao assisted Minglan in tidying up her hair and clothes.

  A series of actions flowed smoothly and skillfully, obviously a daily habit. Xia He and Xia Zhu looked with slightly open mouths, while the other two Shao ladies' maids exchanged a glance, seemingly also slightly surprised, thinking to themselves that they didn't expect a fourth-rank official's daughter to be so majestic and dignified, and they couldn't help but not underestimate her.

  After washing up, the door opened again and several maidservants moved in with many dishes of wine and snacks. Mrs. Cui followed behind them, placing the food on the table, sending all the maids away except for Danju and Xiaotao to attend to them.

  She had been busy arranging Minglan's luggage outside, and just finished when she stepped inside. As soon as she saw Minglan, she smiled: "Miss is still the same old temper, not liking to have powder on her face, and insisting on washing it clean before stopping."

  Minglan had just picked up her chopsticks and puffed out her cheeks, saying: "Mom, you don't know that the powder was washed away with three basins of water!"

  Mrs. Cui lovingly watched Minglan eat, and also invited Danju and Xiaotao to have some snacks. Xiaotao's cheeks were bulging as she ate, and asked: "Mom, is everything okay outside? Where are we sleeping tonight?"

  Cui's mother pinched little Peach's nose and said, "Is this how you behave as a young lady? Don't worry about Master, think of yourself first!... It's all right, anyway we can't stay for many days. As long as the trunks are safe, that's enough. We only opened a few trunks, when we arrive at the Commander's residence, we'll sort them out slowly."

  "Mom has worked hard." Minglan made an effort to swallow a piece of braised abalone, "It's all because of me that mom is tired. Originally you were enjoying a peaceful life, but I brought you back again."

  Cui's mother wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, as if she were wiping away the remnants of Minglan's childhood snacks, and smiled: "What nonsense are you talking about, girl? If I weren't old and useless, or if you hadn't driven me out, I wouldn't have left."

  Minglan smiled slightly and continued eating with her head down. Mrs. Cui glanced at her and couldn't help but say, "I heard that the disturbance outside was quite severe. Tonight... young lady, you should be careful. If it's really not possible... you can't let your husband's temper get out of control."

  Choi's mother hesitated over her words, and Minglan's face flushed suddenly.

  After eating and drinking, Minglan felt calm and relaxed. Unfortunately, she had to restrain herself at home, otherwise, she would have been happy to spend time with Xiaotao and Danju, chatting and laughing together. As the candles on the table burned down to a third of their original length, Minglan leaned against the headboard, feeling drowsy, when suddenly she heard a commotion outside and someone shouted:

  "Second Master is back home!"

  Minglan suddenly woke up with a start, jumping up like a shrimp, thought for a moment, and then hurriedly sat back down.

  As the door was pushed open, a strong smell of wine wafted in. Two stout women struggled to support Gu Tingyan as they entered, and gently laid him on the bed. Minglan suppressed her gaze at the drunkard beside her and smiled calmly: "Thank you for your trouble, two mothers. Danju, bring out two red envelopes."

  The old woman took the red envelope with a practiced hand, and after wiping the sweat from her forehead, she weighed it in her hand. It was heavy, at least five taels of silver. Her heart leapt with joy, and she backed away respectfully.

  As soon as the two old women went out, Minglan stretched her legs down to the ground. Who knew that the drunkard beside her suddenly woke up, with a rather clear expression, and seemed to be muttering "Those ungrateful guys"!

  Gu Tingyan's body reeked of strong wine, causing Minglan to wrinkle her brow. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind, and leaned his tall frame against the bed railing. With a hint of a smile, he gazed at Minglan with narrowed eyes, then suddenly furrowed his brow and said, "I'll go take a bath first, you can undress too."

  Xia He Xia Zhu heard this and immediately ran to the next room to prepare hot water for bathing. Gu Ting Yan waved his hand and stood up, initially stumbling a bit, but then steadied himself.

  Minglan stood stupidly in the back, and Cui's mother immediately came to her senses, directing Xiaotao and Danyu to help Minglan remove her hairpins and jewelry, hang up her bright red wedding dress, change into a soft padded jacket, and then dragged the still hesitant Danyu and Xiaotao out.

  Minglan bit her finger, looking at the bed covered with a large red brocade quilt, feeling very annoyed. After a while, Gu Tingye returned alone, wearing a snow-white silk shirt, his hair slightly wet, and his tall body leaned against the headboard, quietly staring at Minglan without saying a word.

  Minglan was scorched by the hot gaze, her throat dry, she coughed twice: "I used some midnight snack earlier, I...I...I'll go rinse my mouth again." After finishing speaking, she quickly ran into the compartment.

  After rinsing her mouth five times and mentally preparing herself eighteen times, she recited the section of the marriage law about spousal obligations repeatedly. Finally, with courage and determination, she took a step forward, returned to the dormitory, and was about to get into bed when she saw Gu Tingyan leaning against the headboard, lightly asleep.

  Minglan let out a big sigh of relief, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over her. She walked barefoot to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp. Before she could even put the cup down, a voice came from behind her: "Are you done washing up?"

  Minglan almost choked to death, hastily put down the teacup, and turned around with a series of coughs. She saw that Gu Tingye had woken up at some point, his pair of dark eyes staring straight at her, sharp like glass shards. The flames of the dragon and phoenix candles still shone brightly, casting a colorful glow on his eyes.

  Minglan was stunned for a few seconds, then hastily poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying: "Drink some water, drink some water."

  Gu Tingyan gazed at Minglan's wrist, which was as white and delicate as jade. His mouth felt dry, so he took the tea cup and drained it in one gulp before handing it back to Minglan. Minglan put the cup back on the table and hesitated for a moment. Gu Tingyan chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with ambiguity: "Still not settled?"

  "In fact, I have something to tell you!"

  Gu Tingyan waved his hand and said casually, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, rest first." He got out of bed, his long legs striding over to Minglan in just two steps, and grasped her hand.

  "There's actually something important I need to tell you!" Minglan made a final struggle.

  "We'll talk about it later."

  He lifted his arm, and Minglan felt her feet leave the ground as he picked her up. To be precise, he was carrying her. With her face facing down, she saw the floor and felt a wave of fear, so she could only hold onto him tightly. Then, she was gently tossed into the bed.

  Gu Tingyan pulled over a quilt, waved his hand to remove the two layers of water red satin and thick brocade bed curtains, turned his head to look, only to see Minglan's small body shrinking in the corner of the bed, trembling constantly.

  "I, I, I, I..." She completely stuttered.

  "You've been busy all day, you must be tired, hurry up and rest." Gu Ting Ye took the girl's small hand, gently stroking the delicate skin on the back of her hand, soft and tender to the bone. As soon as he touched it, he clearly felt the slender finger bones.

  "I'm not tired!" Minglan's face turned red, her chest was blocked for half a day, and she finally let out a breath.

  "Not tired?" Gu Tingyan's narrow and long eyes almost emitted a green light: "That's great."

  He hastily pulled Minglan to the head of the bed, and his tall body pressed down on her, closely and tightly covering her. His fingers directly probed into her clothes, touching only the warm, soft, and delicate skin of a young girl. Her waist was slender, fragile as if it could be broken with a single grasp. As he stroked upwards, there were two slightly raised and full mounds, fragrant and intoxicating.

  Her body trembled like sifting flour, the man's muscles were strong and hard, rubbing against her made her whole body ache, she began to sob. "Wu wu, I don't understand..." No, actually she understood very well, "...wu wu, I've never done this before."

  The man was already burning all over and didn't hear clearly what she was saying, only constantly rubbing her body.

  Minglan was startled and arched her body, turning sideways to avoid him, burying her head in the pillow like a frightened little beast, whimpering softly, but exposing her semi-transparent cheek and earlobe. Gu Tingye's eyes widened, and for some reason, he leaned in and bit down on it. Minglan let out a pained cry, trying to struggle free, but was firmly pinned down on the bed.

  The man lightly touched the girl's lips with his tongue, and then ripped off her clothes. The white jade-like tender little beast was so scared that she almost screamed, but she didn't dare to make a sound and could only hum. The man became more and more excited, kissing down along the girl's neck, biting eagerly; when he reached her chest, the man's eyes turned red, and he saw a pair of delicate and lovely little breasts, which made him stretch out his mouth to hold them in and suck and lick continuously.

  Minglan finally couldn't bear it, crying as she stretched out a smooth small leg and kicked him with force, right in the middle of his bare and robust chest. Unprepared, he was caught off guard; He grasped his little wife's ankle, slender and weak like it would shatter with just one squeeze, and hastily pulled her legs apart from the side, bending them upwards, then leaned forward and pressed heavily onto her body once again.

  His lips searched for the delicate neck and earlobe of his young wife, panting heavily as he kissed and licked her. Minglan only felt one leg being lifted up, then a blurry, fiery friction followed by a sharp pain in her lower body.

  Minglan cried this time, really crying, tears streaming down her face, biting her lip to hold back the sound, enduring with great effort.

  Gu Tingyan endured for half a day, waiting until his little wife slightly relaxed, and then he couldn't help but violently ravage her. While kissing her small mouth, he vigorously panted, and Minglan buried her head in the pillow, with tears wetting half of her handkerchief. She sobbed loudly: "Stop it... don't do it again... next time... spare me! I won't survive..."

  Minglan has always known that she is the kind of non-practical creature, with a strong mentality, generally sarcastic and hurtful comments have no effect on her. However, this body is very poor, afraid of cold, afraid of heat, afraid of itching, and especially afraid of pain; a little bit of pain, she will cry tears streaming down.

  Gu Tingyan couldn't help but coax her, and the more she resisted and begged for mercy, the more charming and seductive she looked. The sensation of her body was so intoxicating that he couldn't resist holding onto her buttocks and pressing them down towards his lower body, moving with increasing force until Minglan curled up like a shrimp. She was furious, searching everywhere for a way to vent her anger, and bit down hard on a piece of skin - she didn't know if it was the man's shoulder or arm. But unexpectedly, this seemed to trigger his wild side, and he began to knead her small breasts even more fiercely, his lower body becoming even more aroused as her legs were spread wide apart, her body softening to the point where she almost fainted.

  Minglan was at a loss, and could only rub her eyes and sob quietly. This bed seemed to be her horizon, but she had no way out, no escape route, and could only be pressed under the man's body to make love.

  It wasn't until who-knows-how-long that Minglan felt her waist was almost broken, and Gu Tingye finally ended with a loud gasp. Minglan's whole body was trembling as if she had died once, both of them were drenched in sweat, Minglan had turned into a limp mess, but Gu Tingye still held her tightly in his arms.

  "Does it hurt, baby?" he asked.

  Minglan's face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and she was so angry that she wanted to take two bites out of him to vent her anger. She turned her face away in hatred, but Gu Tingye couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her like this. He gently kissed her neck and chest, leaving Minglan paralyzed and unable to move, only able to curse him silently, imagining using a Lou Mountain Ascending Dragon Fist to punch him until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

  Q was delighted, but Minglan suddenly felt something hard on her waist. She was startled and frightened, and with a burst of energy, she scrambled out from under him and escaped, rolling into a quilt and wrapping herself up completely, shrinking inside and trembling with fear.

  Gu Ting Ye saw her scared like this, feeling both angry and amused. His robust arm stretched out, pulling Ming Lan along with the bedding, as if peeling a corn husk, digging Ming Lan's head out from under the covers. In a low, husky voice, he teased: "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."

  "Waaah... don't come again... spare me, Second Uncle... no, waaah, husband, master, spare me! I'll listen to you from now on, anything! Spare me, spare me! ... Waaah..." Minglan was almost kneeling down in pleading.

  Gu Tingyan couldn't help but burst out laughing, hugging Minglan and kissing her repeatedly, still fondling her body. He had gained some experience - this little girl would say anything to get what she wanted once she started begging; but if she ever escaped danger, she would immediately become dishonest and turn against him faster than flipping through a book, completely forgetting what she had begged for in the first place.

  "Baby, be good! Let's sleep well, I won't move you." Although he said so, his hands still sneakily reached in and touched a pair of delicate small breasts. He suddenly felt heat in his lower abdomen, and after another bout of fondling and rubbing, he slightly calmed down.

  Minglan naturally didn't believe him, and the two of them pulled on the quilt for a long time. In the end, Minglan firmly requested that they each use a thin quilt to sleep, and Gu Tingye smiled as he wrapped his small wife in his arms, constantly seeking her soft lips to kiss.

  "You just said you had something to tell me, didn't you?" Gu Ting Ye suddenly remembered.

  "Can't speak anymore." Minglan was half dead and half alive.

  "Don't you have something important to say?" The man's eyebrows and eyes sparkled with spring.

  "I forgot..."

  It was originally going to be divided into two chapters, but I felt that it shouldn't cut off the plot, so I released it all at once.

  This is already my greatest effort in the bridal chamber, and I don't know if it will be reported or not. Everyone should take a look while they still can.

  Also, because the author has something to attend to for the next two days, the next update will be on Tuesday of next week, got it?!