In fact, Su Zhiruan was a bit nervous.
The size difference was too obvious, Ji Xiaoyuan loomed over her, and she could only see the strong muscles of his arms.
The light pink on her neck overlapped repeatedly, falling again and again, turning into a deep pink. This update is available on novel·fire·net
It was like a winter plum, brushed aside after being weighed down by the white snow, revealing red plum blossoms.
This snow came suddenly, yet very restrained, sometimes accompanied by roaring winds, and sometimes falling densely and suddenly, making it unbearable.
At times, the sunlight appeared, melting the snow and dripping onto the wrinkled edge of the bed, while at other times the night was hazy, leaving her mind blank.
"...Ji Xiaoyuan." Su Zhiruan leaned against him, breathing heavily like a dying fish, and offered her opinion, "Do you think I’m going to fly away with wings tomorrow?"
"Nope." The man’s voice sounded unusually cheerful, he moved slightly, "Even if you grow wings, I’ll fly away with you. Wherever you go, I’ll go."
"Since you follow wherever I go," Su Zhiruan grit her teeth and poked his chest, "shouldn’t you stop for a bit, considering the days are long?"
"Then how about two more times?" Ji Xiaoyuan held up two fingers, trying to bargain with her.
"No more twice," Su Zhiruan tightened up, giving him a slight smile, "It was supposed to be a quick resolution, the fourth time should be the end."
She moved too quickly, Ji Xiaoyuan couldn’t hold back, and let out a muffled groan.
"Ruanruan, wanting us to settle quickly, that’s not how you handle it." Ji Xiaoyuan pointed at their connected place, and casually hugged her.
"The last time, I promise."
Su Zhiruan turned her head away, no longer looking at him, silently agreeing.
It was well known that at this time, at this place, in this situation, the words a man says are largely unreliable.
So much so that he just wouldn’t end it, and even when Su Zhiruan’s eyes filled with tears, he didn’t stop.
When Su Zhiruan woke up, she found that it was already broad daylight.
She was shocked, then sat up.
Recently, the women helping from the village would come around this time, and if they barged in and saw her , she’d be too embarrassed to go out.
Su Zhiruan just planned to get out of bed, but she found that her waist and back were aching so much that she couldn’t even put on her shoes.
She looked at the already tidied up bed and silently began to recall the second half of the night.
By then, she might have fallen asleep out of exhaustion, but in a daze, Ji Xiaoyuan got up to wipe her down, remade the bed, and brought a new quilt.
Where is Ji Xiaoyuan now?
As she was wondering this, Ji Xiaoyuan pushed the door open and came in.
Seeing her sitting by the bed, he was a little surprised, "Ruanruan, you’re awake."
"Are you tired? How about sleeping a bit more?" He walked over, took Su Zhiruan back to bed, "It’s all my fault."
Su Zhiruan turned her head away, avoiding looking at him.
But Ji Xiaoyuan wasn’t having it. He knelt by the bed, leaned in close to Su Zhiruan’s ear, and teasingly whispered, "Ruanruan, if you ignore me, I’ll keep at it until you do. If they come and see, you say..."
"Ji Xiaoyuan!" Su Zhiruan wanted to slap him, but lacking the strength, she couldn’t, and her wrist got caught instead.
"Alright, don’t worry, I already told them not to come today." Ji Xiaoyuan got up and personally dressed her.
Once they had enough of fooling around, they started continuing the preparations at home.
The wedding date was a good day chosen by the village chief, just these few days.
These days, apart from Ji Xiaoyuan’s marriage, the thing discussed most by the villagers was Cuihua.