Mingyu smiled. Seeing Sima Hong's cautious and flattering expression, her nervousness about the wedding day dissipated. Mingyu took the tray from Sima Hong, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Why is there only one bowl of rice? Where's yours?"
Sima Hong felt relieved when he saw that Mingyu didn't look unhappy. He was filled with joy. He thought, how could his Mingyu be that kind of superficial girl
"I just had a drink with them, I'm not hungry yet." Sima Hong said softly, "Eat quickly, this is something I asked the chef to make for you, it's been warming on the stove, it's not leftovers from the banquet."
Mingyu frowned, "How can that be possible? Drinking without eating is not good for your health. Do you have rice? Come eat with me."
His wife was concerned about him. Sima Hong was so happy that he felt Mingyu was like a piece of flesh growing in his heart, sensitive to his feelings. He quickly responded and went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks. After closing the door, the two of them sat at the small table to eat. Sima Hong kept picking food for Mingyu. Fearing that Mingyu was not satisfied with the food, he smiled and said, "I heard that someone in Lintong market brought fresh Dongzi goods from the south. I'll ask Baihao to go and have a look tomorrow and buy some to change the taste."
"Yeah." Mingyu responded in a low voice with a smile. It always makes people happy to have a husband who cares about her.
Sima Hong originally ate very fast, but when he saw Mingyu chewing slowly, he slowed down as well. It was the first time for the couple to eat together, and Sima Hong was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. The originally ordinary dishes became the ultimate delicacy in the world.
After the two of them finished their meal, Mingyu wanted to take the bowl out to wash it, but Sima Hong quickly stopped her, blushing slightly, and said, "It's getting late, aren't you tired? Let's rest early."
Now? Mingyu looked out the window in surprise. The night had just fallen. How could she rest so early? However, her surprise only lasted for a moment. She immediately understood what Sima Hong meant. Her face flushed red. She lowered her head and counted on her fingers, saying, "It's still early..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Sima Hong couldn't wait any longer. He had remained chaste for many years for Mingyu. He could only look at his beautiful and clean wife but not touch her. He was so angry that he finally made it to the night. How could he wait any longer? "It's not early at all. It's already night." Sima Hong said as he walked towards Mingyu. His breathing was a little unstable. He put his arm around Mingyu's shoulders and brought her into his arms.
Mingyu blushed and said nothing, not daring to look at Sima Hong who was staring at her with a fiery gaze.
Sima Hong lowered his head and kissed Mingyu. He also noticed Mingyu's nervousness and said with a smile: "I just lifted the veil and took a few glances. Only then did I feel that it looked a bit like you." It was just a white dough...
Mingyu couldn't help but feel angry and stared at Sima Hong. She worked so hard, getting up before dawn to put on makeup, and spending most of the day wearing a heavy phoenix crown and veil, and in the end she was despised by this idiot
Sima Hong laughed, held Mingyu's face and kissed her hard, biting and licking her, and said vaguely: "I recognized it was you when you glared at me." Women who are more coquettish than his wife are not as pretty as his wife, and women who are prettier than his wife are not as coquettish as his wife. No matter how he looked at it, Sima Hong felt warmed and satisfied. There are so many women in the world, but in his eyes, Mingyu is the best one.
Mingyu was almost out of breath from his kiss. She looked at the handsome face in front of her, and her own image was reflected in the bright eyes. Mingyu made up her mind. As the wife of Sima, she couldn't avoid such a thing. After all, Sima Hong was beautiful and had a good figure. He had practiced martial arts for a long time, so he should be good in that aspect... In general, it seemed that she had made a good deal.
"I need to wash my face first." Mingyu pushed away Sima Hong's face that was about to be kissed, and said with an unstable breath. She couldn't sleep with three layers of makeup on her face.
Sima Hong let go of Mingyu reluctantly and asked Mingyu to wait in the house. He picked up the copper basin on the washbasin rack by the door and went out. Soon he came back with a basin of water. Mingyu stretched out her hand to test the water temperature and it was still warm. Sima Hong looked at Mingyu with a grin, without any intention of avoiding him. Mingyu could no longer bear it and pushed him aside.
How can she wash her face with people staring at her like that
However, just as Mingyu took off her jewelry, washed her face, and wiped her face with a wet towel, she felt someone hugging her from behind. Sima Hong kissed her ears, and his hot breath sprayed on her ears, making them itchy. Mingyu resisted the urge to shiver, feeling both angry and amused, and stomped her feet in protest: "Can you please let me wash my face properly?"
"Mingyu, have you missed me?" Sima Hong put his arms around Mingyu's waist, sucked her earlobe, bit it gently, and asked.
Mingyu calmed down at this moment, her lips slightly raised, and she said softly: "Yes, I missed you a lot when you were not in the capital."
Sima Hong laughed and kissed Mingyu's face all the way down, lingering on Mingyu's neck and kissing her. His hand also went up dishonestly, covering the bulge on Mingyu's chest and gently touching it.
"Let me see you, Yu'er." Sima Hong said with a slight tremor in his voice.
Mingyu blushed, put down the handkerchief in her hand, and turned to face Sima Hong.
Night had already enveloped the earth. There was only a small oil lamp in the room, emitting a dim light. The shadows of the two people were elongated by the candlelight, reflected on the wall, and merged into one.
Sima Hong's hands were shaking as he eagerly unbuttoned Mingyu's wedding dress. However, the more anxious he was, the more his hands shook. He tried to unbutton the buttons several times but failed, like an impatient boy. Mingyu couldn't help laughing and reached out to unbutton the wedding dress herself. Sima Hong kissed her heavily and took off Mingyu's bright red wedding dress, revealing her off-white inner garment, with the red bellyband faintly visible inside.
Sima Hong reached out and touched her. The inner garment was very thin. He could feel the soft and delicate skin and the small roundness under his palm. Sima Hong's eyes turned red. He took off Mingyu's skirt and inner garment while panting. Only a red bellyband embroidered with lotus flowers was left on her body, which covered her graceful curves.
Mingyu's face was almost burning, and she didn't dare to meet Sima Hong's hot gaze. It was the first time she was so "open" in front of Sima Hong. The northwest night in early March was still a little chilly. When Sima Hong touched Mingyu's body, he noticed that her skin was a little cold. He chuckled, picked her up sideways, walked to the bed, and put her in the quilt.
The quilt seemed to have been freshly dried yesterday, exuding a unique smell of sunshine. Mingyu cried out as soon as she got into bed, and pulled out a handful of red dates and peanuts from under her body. She guessed that it was made by Madam Li to pray for a lucky omen of having a son soon.
Sima Hong wrapped Mingyu in a quilt, held both her and the quilt in one hand, sat on the bed, and used his free hand to casually sweep all the things in the bed to the ground, then let her lie down. Mingyu hid in the quilt with a red face, watching Sima Hong undress her quickly.
Noticing Mingyu's gaze, Sima Hong showed off his chest muscles and teased, "Madam, are you satisfied with your husband?"
Mingyu then realized that she had been staring at Sima Hong taking off his clothes for a long time. She immediately turned her head away and reached out from under the quilt to cover her eyes. It was so embarrassing!
Sima Hong laughed, climbed onto the bed swiftly, pulled open the quilt wrapped around Mingyu, crawled in, pulled away Mingyu's hands that were covering her eyes, and forced her to look at him.
"Yu'er, today is the day we consummate our marriage." Sima Hong said. In his eyes, there was no such thing as Mingyu remarrying or him remarrying. Mingyu had always been his wife. Even if there were some minor setbacks, the facts had never changed. For him, today was the day to consummate the marriage, not the day to get married. He and Mingyu had already been married several years ago. He was willing to go to great lengths to hold this wedding just to give Mingyu a respectable identity.
The tent where the mandarin ducks were playing in the water was woven very densely. By the time the light from the oil lamp on the small table reached here, it was already dim. In the dim light, only his eyes were extremely bright, like a wolf determined to catch its prey.
Mingyu lay there with a red face, allowing Sima Hong to lower his head and lick and suck the two cherries on her chest. Her mind was blank. His hands, covered with calluses from holding knives for a long time, stroked every inch of Mingyu's skin. The roughness of his fingertips and palms made her tremble and numb quickly.
In the dim light, Mingyu's rosy face with closed eyes was so beautiful, and her fair and delicate body was so attractive. Every inch of her snow-white and attractive skin was kissed by him. Sima Hong let out an unsatisfied roar from his throat, buried his head in Mingyu's chest, and put his hands behind Mingyu's back and buttocks, lifting her up to make her stick closer to him, leaving no gap.
Mingyu only felt that a hot stick was pressing heavily against her waist. Although she was a virgin, she had lived two lives and naturally knew what it was. Sima Hong took her hand with an unstable breath and reached under his body.
As soon as Mingyu's hand touched the hot and hard object, she immediately pulled her hand back as if she was scalded. Sima Hong held Mingyu's hand tightly to prevent her from escaping.
"Touch it, Yu'er, just touch it..." Sima Hong's restrained yet coquettish voice sounded in Mingyu's ears.
Mingyu blushed, closed her eyes, and grasped it under Sima Hong's guidance. Sima Hong immediately let out a satisfied sigh. Mingyu let go of her hand in shame. Sima Hong laughed softly, then spread Mingyu's legs, lifted her hips with one hand, tried a few times, found the right position, and pushed in hard. (