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

As her vision gradually filled with light, Chu Xiaoyun could also clearly distinguish the sounds surrounding her.

"Hurry up and lift the veil. Look at the bride. Look at the bride, my little cousin-in-law!"

This was Yin Qian's voice stirring up trouble.

"Xiao Yun, don't be afraid, I'm here."

This was Meng Wenjin's gentle voice, trying to comfort her out of concern that she was disturbed by the chaotic noises outside.

"Everyone, after you have seen the bride, please go out and have your meal."

This was a man's voice, as clear and cool as a cold spring.

Chu Xiaoyun was unfamiliar with the voice, but not unfamiliar with this person.

She had heard Meng Wenjin mention it before.

Brother Wen Jin knew that she didn't like excessive noise, so he specifically mentioned that he would ask his eldest brother to send away the guests who liked to make noise on the wedding day.

Brother Wenjin's elder brother, Meng Queyu, is the most favored by the current emperor and was also the companion of the crown prince who was named last year.

He is deeply valued and trusted by the emperor and has considerable power in the court.

Even if the crown prince succeeds to the throne in the future, his position will not be shaken. Even if it changes, he will become more respected.

Meng Queyu is emotionally indifferent and indifferent to his parents.

The only exception is Meng Wenjin, his younger brother who had a similar situation as himself when he was young.

This was the first time Meng Wenjin made a request, so naturally he would not refuse.

When guests are making noise, give them subtle warnings, and no one will dare to make trouble again.

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Queyu finished speaking, those who were still making a fuss in the bridal chamber stopped.

The veil on Chu Xiaoyun's head had been completely removed. She looked in the direction of the cold male voice with gratitude, and was greeted by a pair of deep eyes that were exactly the same as the voice, with a hint of coolness.

When the owner of the eyes saw Chu Xiaoyun, he was stunned for a moment for some reason, and in a trance he even wanted to take a step forward.

The bright red of the surroundings pierced his eyes, and he suddenly realized what kind of occasion he was in.

Meng Queyu clenched his palms, his eyes revealing a hint of fragility and trance.

Seeing his brother's happy face, he realized what was going on, turned around, and left the bridal chamber with the guests.

Chu Xiaoyun saw the entire process of his expression changing and felt somewhat confused. But before she could delve into it, a wine cup filled with sake blocked her view.

"Xiao Yun, it's time to drink the wedding wine."

Chu Xiaoyun immediately put this person who had nothing to do with her behind her mind, took the wine cup, put her arm around Meng Wenjin's arm, and drank it in small sips.

There was a sweet and shy smile at the corner of her lips.

"Okay, you all go down."

After drinking the wedding wine, Meng Wenjin asked the servants to clear away the wine cups and asked everyone else to leave the room.

In the bridal chamber, only a couple of newlyweds who were in love with each other were left.

Chu Xiaoyun recalled the picture book her mother read to her yesterday. Her neck and cheeks were flushed with blush, and she was so flustered that she didn't know what to do with her hands.

"Xiao Yun, this is the marriage certificate I wrote. I give it to you."

Meng Wenjin asked the servant to leave not for love reasons.

He took out a wooden box from the cabinet, opened it, and carefully took out the sealed "treasure".

"Marriage certificate?"

Chu Xiaoyun was puzzled. When the engagement was proposed a few days ago, wasn't the marriage certificate delivered to the mansion along with the betrothal gifts? Why was there another one here?

She didn't know why, but she still opened the marriage certificate under Meng Wenjin's expectant gaze.

From their acquaintance as children, to their developing feelings for each other as they grew older, to their mutual affection now, he remembered every little detail clearly.

Chu Xiaoyun held the marriage certificate and silently read the words inside in her heart. When she read "Xiaoyun my wife", her cheeks felt like burning.

Excessively intimate words are a bit over the line, unless they are used on a day like this or at a time like this.

This is also the reason why it cannot be used as a formal marriage certificate.

But it's different now.

Now is his wedding day with Xiaoyun. Husband and wife are one, and they can say the most intimate words.

Chu Xiaoyun bit her lip, her heart was in turmoil because of the passionate words and the overwhelming love in the marriage certificate.

It is touching, joyful, and equally strong love.

She looked at Meng Wenjin and said softly with reserve and shyness:

"Husband."

Meng Wenjin's eyes were slightly red, and she felt a sense of happiness that she had gotten what she wanted.

In a trance, it seemed as if some of the regrets from the past were also made up for.

"Miss."

He suppressed his excitement and responded softly.

"It's late. Let's go to bed."

Someone spoke, and the red curtain was slowly lowered.

Two ambiguous red shadows were imprinted on the curtains. After a burst of crisp sounds, the red wedding dress was thrown out and layered together.

On the curtains, two shadows fell onto the bed, merging into one entangled black shadow.

Meng Wenjin's eyes were full of love. He pressed Chu Xiaoyun's lips, kissing her lightly and heavily to test her. His wet lips were stained with crystal water stains.

During the kiss, the atmosphere gradually heated up and both of them became a little confused and excited.

Meng Wenjin couldn't help wanting to explore more deeply, and he stretched out his nimble tongue in silent exploration.

Although shy, Chu Xiaoyun still closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take whatever she wanted.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, making a smacking sound and drawing out ambiguous silver threads.

Chu Xiaoyun felt hot and thirsty at the same time.

A feeling of discomfort and itchiness entangled her, making the corners of her eyes moist. Her lips opened slightly and she breathed in small sips.

Meng Wenjin's eyes darkened and his lips slowly slid down, hovering over the smooth and fair skin.

Later, Chu Xiaoyun felt that her whole body had gone limp due to Meng Wenjin's demands, like cooked noodles, without any strength to resist.

She had no intention of resisting.

Because of shyness, she couldn't help but curl up her hands and feet, tense her body, and let Meng Wenjin kiss her all over, using touch and hot licking to relax her.

Meng Wenjin looked at the beloved woman under him, her snow-white skin dotted with cherry red, and her chest was burning with heat.

"Xiao Yun, look at me."

Chu Xiaoyun opened her eyes, and there was a hint of fear in her wet eyes about what was going to happen next.

But when he saw the love in Meng Wenjin's eyes, he was no longer afraid.

Because she knew that Brother Wen Jin would not bear to bully her.

That's the case.

Meng Wenjin's movements were extremely gentle and slow, and he would observe Chu Xiaoyun's expression every time.

Even if his forehead was covered with sweat, as long as Chu Xiaoyun showed a hint of discomfort, he would stop and kiss her all over her body until her brows relaxed, and then he would continue.

The whole night was filled with ambiguous and pleasant moans and gasps.

They are deeply in love and will go to paradise together.

The joy of love and the entanglement of love.

The love that blends body and mind can bring tiredness but also extreme joy.

As the crabapple petals quietly bloomed, Meng Wenjin slightly raised her upper body and gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to Chu Xiaoyun's forehead due to sweat.

He leaned over to her ear, his voice a little hoarse, and his warm breath tickled the soft flesh on her ear.

"Xiaoyun, I am yours."

"In this life or the next, we will never be separated again."

He was willing to be Xiaoyun's support and also willing to be her reliance.

I only wish that, in this life, I can grow old with her and never leave her.