Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

After the people who were making a fuss in the room left, Chu Xiaoyun's nervousness dissipated a lot.

But when Que Yu closed the door and walked towards her, she couldn't help but move back.

Que Yu noticed her little movement, paused for a moment, and quickly changed direction.

He walked to the round table in the room, took the wine jug and filled the two glasses on the table to 70%.

While pouring the wine, Chu Xiaoyun realized that her reaction was a little too nervous, so she quickly took a few deep breaths.

When Que Yu brought the wine over, he calmed down a little.

A wine cup appeared in Chu Xiaoyun's field of vision. Looking along the cup, she could see Que Yu's tall figure.

She was a little dazed, wondering why she had never felt that Brother Wen Jin's presence was so strong before.

He just stood there, his shadow almost completely covering him in the candlelight. The weightless shadow was so imposing that it made people feel breathless.

Que Yu was keenly aware of the slight fear that the people around him did not express clearly.

He did not sit next to her, but half-knelt down to give her enough space before reminding her again to take the glass.

"Xiao Yun."

Chu Xiaoyun hummed "hmm" and then took the wine glass slowly.

"Cup exchange."

Que Yu reminded her again and put his arm around her.

After clinking glasses and drinking the wine, Chu Xiaoyun felt a burning sensation rising in her throat. She coughed twice to suppress the uncomfortable feeling.

After drinking the wedding wine, it’s time to consummate the marriage.

At this point, Que Yu, who had completed the wedding process in an orderly manner, paused.

He wanted to take away everything Meng Wenjin cared about, so he chose to advance the marriage and marry the woman he loved in his place.

But, will he continue with what happens next?

Que Yu has experienced everything, including mountains of swords and seas of fire. He has been to many dangerous places and faced many terrible scenes.

But he had never experienced the love between men and women.

Once, when he was executing a property confiscation operation on behalf of the emperor for a corrupt official, the corrupt official's pretty 16-year-old daughter threw away her girlish reserve and deliberately half-took off her clothes to curry favor with him in public.

As a result, Que Yu didn't even look at the man and directly ordered his subordinates to take the man to the dungeon.

His heart is as hard as a rock. He will never be shaken by trivial matters and will never do unnecessary things that are not related to the mission.

By now, he and Chu Xiaoyun have become husband and wife, and have completed their revenge on the person who took away Meng Wenjin's beloved.

In Que Yu's eyes, "chastity" or "innocence", which may be more important than life in the eyes of outsiders, is not that important.

Even if he made love with Chu Xiaoyun, he didn't think she had lost anything, and he would not be ridiculed or slandered by anyone because of this.

Because of this idea, Que Yu felt that it didn't really matter what happened next, whether he did it or not.

In this case, there is naturally no need to waste time.

Que Yu figured it out and went to the closet to pick up a few newly made scarlet undershirts.

"It's getting late. I'll ask someone to get you some hot water. You can wash in the inner room. I'll go to the outer room to wash."

Chu Xiaoyun nodded, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"it is good."

Even though they were married and officially a married couple, she was not used to bathing and changing clothes in front of a man.

Que Yu took a quick shower. When he returned to the bedroom, Chu Xiaoyun was still showering behind the screen.

He sat at the head of the bed, and once he closed his eyes, his already sensitive hearing became even more outstanding.

The sound of running water falling from a height onto the skin, the sound of hands hitting the surface of the bathtub water when washing the skin...

When they come together, they automatically draw a beautiful picture before people's eyes.

Que Yu had to admit that even though he didn't know what love was, and didn't understand the irrational things she and Meng Wenjin did because of their love, he still confirmed:

I have a different feeling towards Chu Xiaoyun.

If it were someone else, even if they took off all their clothes and stood in front of him, he would just close his eyes, and might even think that the other person was ruining the cleanliness of the scene in front of him.

It would never be like this now, just by listening to the voice, I couldn't help but imagine everything related to Chu Xiaoyun.

Fortunately, what Que Yu lacked the least was self-control. He held his breath and quickly ignored the external noise.

Because of this, he didn't notice when Chu Xiaoyun came out after taking a shower and changing her clothes.

The wedding wine circulated faster in Chu Xiaoyun's body due to the evaporation of heat.

Her face was stained red with dots of drunkenness, but her eyes were clear. After washing off her gorgeous makeup, she was as beautiful as a lotus in clear water.

She was wearing a scarlet midriff-baring gown of the same color as Que Yu, and her well-behaved manner revealed a charm that she herself was unaware of.

"Get some rest."

Que Yu's hands trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He took up the seat outside, so Chu Xiaoyun had to sleep inside.

She didn't let Que Yu move aside, but half-knelt on the bed, using her hands and feet to try to crawl around him.

The drunkenness still affected her actions, and she stepped on Que Yu's thigh without noticing.

Then, a wheel rolled in.

“It hurts.”

Chu Xiaoyun rubbed the knee that was hit when rolling, and a soft moan escaped from her lips.

This voice was even more tender than the one she had used before to Meng Wenjin.

This made Que Yu's closed eyes tremble violently.

She must have been really hurt by the collision, and under the influence of drunkenness, Chu Xiaoyun's hidden temper was exposed.

"Brother Wenjin, it hurts so much."

Before, Que Yu had been mad at her for not being nice to him, and now the person was right in front of her, and she was being called the person she hated.

Anger and another kind of anger he had never experienced before burned in his mind at the same time, burning all previous thoughts to ashes.

He opened his eyes, stood up instinctively, pressed on Chu Xiaoyun, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

The shadow pressing down on her body drove away her arrogance and drunkenness, and Chu Xiaoyun opened her eyes wide.

Seeing the cold light in Que Yu's eyes like a beast hunting, his body instinctively dodged backwards.

Normally, Brother Wen Jin always has a faint bamboo scent on him, which always soothes her emotions well.

But he was a little different today. His movements were neat and even his temperament contained a sharpness that was not concealed well.

It was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed and shed blood. In the coldness, you could still smell the bloody smell that made people shrink back in fear.

Although everything went fine at today's wedding and Que Yu's performance was no different from Meng Wenjin's, Chu Xiaoyun always felt that the person in front of her seemed a little different.

When she was pushed down on the bed, in addition to shyness, she also felt a bit scared.

The strange feeling in her heart prompted her to do something she had not expected - she put her hand on Que Yu's face and pinched it.

Chu Xiaoyun rubbed and fiddled with the chin, earlobes, and forehead.