Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Inside the compartment, the air seemed to be stagnant, leaving only the sound of each other's disordered breathing.

Nan Xiang looked at the gorgeous crimson dress and felt her fingertips burning.

She could almost imagine herself wearing it... that was definitely not the usual cold and aloof Yin Nanxiang who practiced cultivation.

Jiang Ruochen had already returned to his lazy and relaxed demeanor, as if the earth-shattering confession just now was just Nan Xiang's illusion.

He picked up the moon-white cloud-patterned Son of God robe and looked at Nan Xiang, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of teasing:

"Xiaoguai, do you need help from your teacher?"

Nan Xiang came back to her senses instantly, her cheeks flushed red, she snatched the crimson dress, her voice changing tone:

"No, no need! Master, please change yours!"

After saying that, he almost fled and hid behind the screen inside the room.

From behind the screen came the rustling sound of clothing, occasionally interspersed with a slight gasp, as if someone was troubled by some complicated belt.

Jiang Ruochen listened to the noise over there, and the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

He slowly untied his silver-purple robe and put on the wide-sleeved robe with moon-white flowing cloud patterns.

The robe was of excellent texture and well-tailored, which made his tall and straight figure look even more noble and ethereal. It lacked some of his usual lazy and unruly airs, and had a more sacred and abstinent sense of ritual, as if he were a god descended from the sky.

After he changed, he leaned leisurely against the table and waited patiently.

After a while, the noise behind the screen stopped, and Nan Xiang came out reluctantly.

Just one glance and Jiang Ruochen felt his breath catch.

The crimson dress was as red as fire, making her skin look whiter than snow. Her usually cold temperament was diluted by the strong color, revealing a breathtaking brightness.

The twin lotus flowers and vines embroidered in gold thread on the hem of her skirt were lifelike, swaying slightly with her steps, as if they had come alive. Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, unadorned except for a red silk flower that Qiao Niang had just brought her, yet she was already more beautiful than the flowers.

She seemed extremely unused to dressing like this, her eyes slightly dodging, with a rare shyness and helplessness, her snow-white teeth lightly biting her lower lip, adding a touch of pitiful charm to her.

"Teacher, Master..."

Her voice was weak and she barely dared to look up at him.

Jiang Ruochen's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

He walked forward and stopped one step in front of her. His eyes carefully traced her eyebrows and eyes, and his voice was low and smiling:

"very nice."

After a pause, he added, his tone full of seriousness:

"She is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."

"I'm not the bride..."

Nan Xiang's cheeks were burning hot, and she retorted softly, but her heart skipped a beat because of his words.

At this moment, Qiao Niang's voice with a smile came from outside the door:

"Are the Son of God and the Goddess ready? The auspicious time has arrived, and the sacrifice is about to begin!"

Jiang Ruochen looked at Nan Xiang deeply, stretched out his arm, and a gentle curve appeared at the corner of his lips:

"Madam, please?"

Nan Xiang looked at the arm that was extended to her, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath and gently placed her slightly trembling hand on it.

Since you have agreed to cooperate in completing the sacrifice, then... just act it out to the end.

The door opened and two people in fancy clothes walked out hand in hand.

The eyes of Qiao Niang and the sacrificial team who were waiting outside suddenly burst into amazement, followed by even more enthusiastic praise and blessings.

"It's a match made in heaven! It's really a match made in heaven!"

"This is what a couple of gods and goddesses look like!"

The crowd surrounded them, laughing and talking all the way, and arrived at the sacrificial square that had already been arranged in the center of the town.

A huge bonfire was burning in the center of the square, and all kinds of lanterns were hung around it, lighting up the night sky as bright as day.

The sacrificial process officially begins.

The first item is to eat the Qiqiao fruit together.

Qiao Niang brought out a plate of extremely delicate and lovely dough fruits, implying a wish for wisdom and a happy marriage.

Jiang Ruochen naturally picked up a Qiqiao fruit in the shape of a little rabbit and handed it to Nan Xiang's lips.

Nan Xiang looked at the pastries so close to her and his smiling eyes. Her ears turned slightly red. She opened her mouth slightly and took a light bite from his hand.

The sweet and sticky taste melts in the mouth, but it is far less than the strange, throbbing sweetness in my heart at this moment.

There was cheering all around.

The second item is to drink peach blossom wine together.

The maid brought two cups of clear and transparent rice wine with the aroma of peach blossoms.

Jiang Ruochen picked up a glass and gently clinked it with the glass in Nan Xiang's hand.

The glass cups collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

Nan Xiang noticed that Jiang Ruochen's cup was a little lower than hers. Although it was very fast, her heart skipped a beat and she felt very touched and sad.

He looked at her with burning eyes, and in front of her and everyone else, he drank the wine in the glass.

Under his gaze, Nan Xiang had no choice but to raise her head and drink it all.

The wine was sweet and slightly intoxicating, and a warmth slid down her throat, making her eyes seem to ripple.

The third item is to perform sacrificial dance.

The center of the square was cleared, and the musicians played a simple and cheerful melody.

The dance movements are not complicated, and mostly depict the process of the Son of God and the Goddess meeting, knowing each other, and falling in love, with a strong sense of blessing.

Jiang Ruochen held Nan Xiang's hand and guided her to spin, step, approach and separate as the music played.

His dance moves are graceful and calm, with an attitude of guidance and protection.

Nan Xiang was a little stiff and awkward at first, but under his guidance, she gradually relaxed.

The crimson skirt fluttered and flowed like a blooming red lotus.

Yuebai's figure is always by his side, like the bright moon guarding Honglian.

Their fingertips occasionally touched, his support was placed on my waist, our hair intertwined as we spun, our eyes met in the dancing bonfire...

Every slight contact was like lighting a small flame in Nan Xiang's heart.

She didn't dare look into his eyes; the deep affection and concentration in them almost melted her.

There were thunderous cheers and applause all around, and everyone's face was filled with a smile of blessing.

In this highly infectious atmosphere, Nan Xiang suddenly had an illusion - as if they were really a newlywed couple who had received thousands of blessings and were holding a ceremony.

The fourth item is to give each other intertwined branches.

Qiao Niang presented two peach branches wrapped together with a red ribbon, which meant eternal love and never leaving each other.

Jiang Ruochen took it and solemnly placed one section of it in Nan Xiang's hand. His fingertips lightly stroked her palm, causing a slight tremor.

His voice was low and clear, penetrating the clamor and falling into her ears:

"The twin trees part, the phoenix loses its mate. From today on, we will be together through life and death."

Nan Xiang held the peach branch that carried his body temperature, and her heart trembled violently.

The last item is to carve your name on the San Sheng Stone.

At the end of the square stands a naturally formed boulder as smooth as a mirror. This is the "Three Lives Stone" passed down by word of mouth among the people of Qi'an Town.

The two were led to the stone.

Qiao Niang handed over a special carving knife.

Jiang Ruochen took the carving knife first.

He turned and looked at Nan Xiang. His eyes seemed unusually deep and gentle under the flickering firelight, yet concealed a hint of unmistakable paranoia and dominance.

"Little darling, close your eyes and make a wish."

His voice was gentle and coaxing.

Nan Xiang followed his instructions and closed her eyes obediently. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and she silently prayed in her heart for a smooth life and the health of her relatives and friends.

What she didn't know was that the moment she closed her eyes, Jiang Ruochen looked at her with a gaze so gentle that it could drown everything, yet so lazy and obsessive, like a beast stalking its prey. He raised his hand, guided by the spiritual power of his fingertips, and focused it on the carving knife. On the smooth stone surface, stroke by stroke, he meticulously carved two names:

Jiang Ruochen

Yin Nanxiang

His name was tightly entwined with hers, as if they were born to be this way, inseparable.

What he prayed for was never just a mortal life.

But it is the long journey of immortals and gods, who will never be separated from each other in life after life.

After carving, he lightly brushed his fingertips over the two names, with a dark light of determination in his eyes.

"All right."

He put down the carving knife and his voice returned to normal.

Nan Xiang opened her eyes and looked at the Three Lives Stone. Seeing the two names nestled close together, her heart felt like it was struck hard. A surge of warmth, both bitter and sweet, surged through her, nearly knocking her off her feet.

The final and warmest cheers and blessings broke out all around!

The petals fell like raindrops, landing in their hair and shoulders.

The sacrificial ceremony is completed.

In everyone's eyes, they were a loving couple witnessed and blessed by the gods.

Amidst the noise, Jiang Ruochen once again tightly grasped Nan Xiang's hand.

This time, Nan Xiang did not break free.

She just stared blankly at the two names on the Three Lives Stone. Amid the flying petals and deafening blessings, she could clearly hear her heart, which had long been out of control, beating violently for the person next to her.

boom. boom. boom.

Like the beating of a drum, each sound is deafening, announcing the emergence of a certain emotion that can no longer be ignored.

Nan Xiang looked at Jiang Ruochen and smiled. Perhaps the answer in her heart was already clear.