Wen Jianbian acted gently and carefully, helping Qingzhi gently take off the phoenix crown, while saying softly: "Call me if you've pulled your hair."
Qingzhi said softly, "Yeah", her eyes were moist, and she couldn't help but look at Wen Jian who was so close.
Wen Jian didn't dare to look at her at this moment. Instead, she concentrated on carefully picking up the heavy phoenix crown on her head, and said distressedly: "The baby has been wearing it for a day, isn't he very tired..."
In fact, these are nothing compared to the training she has received in the military camp since she was a child. But when Qingzhi heard Wen Jian say this, she felt soft in her heart, and her little daughter's xinxing came to her inexplicably, and she gently He nodded, "A bit..."
So, after Wen Jian took off the phoenix crown on her head, she gently touched Qingzhi's little head, lowered her head and kissed her forehead, "Thank you for your hard work, baby..."
Qingzhi's repeated "baby" calls made Qingzhi's heart feel as sweet as honey, and her speech became soft. She pulled Wen Jian's fingers with her little fingers and slowly passed through them. His slender fingers wanted to lock hands with Wen Jian, but this motive was quickly noticed by Wen Jian, and Wen Jian almost took a step ahead of her and held her hand tightly, locking their fingers with hers.
Qingzhi, who was aware of the motive, lowered her head in embarrassment and her voice became softer, "We... haven't had a drink yet..."
"Drink now."
Although Wen Jian was reluctant to leave Qingzhi, he still had to let go of Qingzhi for the time being and let Qingzhi sit on the bed and wait for him, while he personally brought two glasses of acacia wine over to Qingzhi. He sat down on his side and handed the cup to Qingzhi.
Qingzhi took it, but hesitated to speak, her face was still red.
Marrying Wen Jian and becoming Wen Jian's wife was her only dream in her life. When her dream came true, she felt that she was as happy as if she were in the clouds at this moment, so sweet.
Wen Jian's hand holding the wine glass crossed hers. When Qingzhi was still dumbfounded, Wen Jian teased her in a low voice, "Stupid baby, feed your husband."
Qingzhi blushed and defended in a low voice: "You are the idiot..."
Although they were mixing their mouths, Qingzhi still listened to his words and obediently handed the cup to Wen Jian's lips. The two of them stared at each other and fed each other to drink the cup of acacia wine.
After finishing the cup, Qingzhi's face became even redder.
Wen Jian looked at her, the desire in her eyes could not be clearer...
And before Qingzhi got married, it was not like she hadn’t heard the nuns in the Sheng Palace teach her what to do on the wedding night...
The last step is... just...
The bridal night that belonged to her and Wen Jian...
Qingzhi doesn't know how to describe that feeling. It seems to be two different things from kissing. Every time she kisses Wen Jian, she feels ashamed and blushes and her heart skips a beat. She can no longer imagine what it would be like if How would she feel if she took a step closer...
But Wen Jian didn't seem to know whether she was thinking about these things, but she could see that Qingzhi was nervous, because every time Qingzhi was nervous, he couldn't help but rub his heels back and forth against the toes of his shoes. …
This is also a little habit of Qingzhi that Wen Jian knows very well.
(End of chapter)