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At this moment, a "gurgling..." sound quietly rang out, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of the bridal room.

Qin Zhichu spoke shyly, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice: "Well...it seems a little hungry."

Song Yanshu frowned slightly, his eyes swept across her abdomen, and asked with concern: "Did no one in the mansion bring you food?"

Qin Zhichu pouted in grievance, and said in a coquettish tone, "No, if you came back a little later, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have this fake wife."

Hearing this, Song Yanshu couldn't help but laugh, secretly thinking that this girl was quite interesting. He shook his head slightly, and then his expression became serious: "Sorry, I was negligent. I'll have someone prepare some food, you can fill your stomach first."

After that, he turned around and told Mo Li, who was standing at the door, to go to the kitchen to make arrangements. Not long after, several maids came in with steaming, fragrant meals and placed them neatly on the table in front of Qin Zhichu.

Qin Zhichu looked at the table full of delicacies, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she didn't care about her image anymore, she picked up the chopsticks and started eating. While eating, she said vaguely: "It's delicious, I'm almost starving."

Song Yanshu sat aside, quietly watching her wolfing down her food, with a gentle smile on his face. When she had almost finished eating, he slowly spoke, "Eat slowly, don't choke. Now that you've entered the mansion, I will protect you and will never let you suffer this kind of injustice again."

Qin Zhichu paused for a moment, looked up at Song Yanshu, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. She swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded seriously: "Thank you, I will try my best to do my duty and not cause you any trouble."

Song Yanshu's tone was somewhat warm: "You don't have to be too reserved. This will be your home from now on. If you need anything, just tell me."

After the maid took away the dishes and chopsticks, the two fell into a brief silence again.

Finally, Qin Zhichu broke the silence: "I'm going to wash up." After that, she got up and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, she changed into comfortable pajamas and came out. Seeing this, Song Yanshu quickly turned his face away, with an unnatural blush on his face.

Then, he said somewhat stiffly: "You should go to bed early. I'll sleep in the next room."

Song Yanshu turned around quickly and was about to open the door to leave when Qin Zhichu quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm tightly from behind. Under the wedding suit, his arm muscles were clearly undulating. Although they were cold to the touch, she felt a little hot.

He turned his face to her side, she tilted her head back, and their eyes met. She met his dark, sharp eyes and said bravely, "You slept in separate rooms on your wedding night. Are you waiting for your mother to find out so that she can find you a real wife tomorrow?"

She continued, "Although our marriage is fake, we can't have separate rooms on the wedding night. Otherwise, tomorrow the whole palace will probably spread the news that the new Duke's wife is not valued and loved by the Duke. How can I survive in the palace in the future?"

Song Yanshu was startled, then smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I was just worried that you would feel uncomfortable since you've just arrived. Since you said so, then you can rest here tonight."

Qin Zhichu felt inexplicably relieved when he heard him say that. He loosened his grip on his arm, a blush appeared on his face, and he looked serious. "I'll sleep on the inside, and you on the outside. I promise I won't cross the line."

Song Yanshu looked at her shy yet serious expression. He coughed lightly, turned around and walked to the bed. While making the bed, he said, "Then you should go to bed early. I'll go wash up first."

Qin Zhichu looked at his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, thinking, you want to run away after getting on the pirate ship? It's too late, brother!

When Song Yanshu came back after washing up, Qin Zhichu was already lying on the bed, wrapped tightly in a quilt with only his head exposed, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yanshu walked to the bed, gently blew out the candle, and lowered the bed curtains, leaving only a pair of large red candles, adding a bit of haziness and warmth to the wedding night.

He took a deep breath, slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down gently, trying not to disturb Qin Zhichu. Although there was a distance between the two of them, they could feel each other's presence, and there seemed to be a subtle atmosphere in the air.

Qin Zhichu turned her head and looked at Song Yanshu in the dim candlelight. She felt an inexplicable sense of security. She said softly, "Duke, you don't have to be so restrained. Although we are fake husband and wife, we have been living together for three years. Just treat me as your sister."

Song Yanshu turned his head and looked at her, with a bit of tenderness in his eyes: "Well, in the days ahead, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, I will do my best to help you."

After Qin Zhichu heard this, she felt even warmer in her heart. She smiled slightly and said jokingly, "I know, fake husband. Good night!"

After that, she fell asleep with her back to him.

Song Yanshu looked at her slender back, smiled helplessly, and then turned away. As the night deepened, the noise outside the house gradually died down, leaving only this fake couple on their wedding night, each with their own thoughts, yet able to snuggle up to each other.

Qin Zhichu seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, his breathing gradually becoming steady and long. However, Song Yanshu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Zhichu found a source of warmth while she was dazed. She turned over involuntarily and hugged Song Yanshu from behind. Like a kitten seeking comfort, she snuggled up to him.

Song Yanshu was startled by this sudden hug, and his body stiffened instantly. He could clearly feel Qin Zhichu's warm breath brushing his neck, and the touch of her soft body against his back.

He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, a feeling that was both strange and familiar, making him feel a little overwhelmed. He wanted to push her away, but seeing how soundly she slept, he couldn't bear to disturb her sweet dream.

Song Yanshu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the throbbing in his heart could not be calmed for a long time.

He turned around gently and faced Qin Zhichu. In the dim candlelight, he looked at her carefully and saw that she had a faint smile on her face and seemed to be dreaming.

Song Yanshu couldn't help but feel tenderness in his heart. He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to push her away. When his hand just touched her, Qin Zhichu opened her eyes.

She looked at him in confusion, as if she hadn't understood what was going on. When she realized that she was hugging him tightly, her face instantly flushed, and she quickly let go of his hand. She stood up and distanced herself from him.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was probably too cold, so..." Qin Zhichu explained stutteringly, with a bit of panic and uneasiness in her voice. She had lived for 22 years and it was the first time she slept with a man in her arms. Although... but... as if she was so impatient, she was a woman after all, and she wasn't that open-minded...

Song Yanshu looked at her like this and couldn't help but feel a little amused. He shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

After hearing this, Qin Zhichu quickly lay down as if he had been granted amnesty, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, leaving only his head exposed, but he did not dare to look at him again.

Song Yanshu also lay back down, and the two of them regained their peace. However, this time, he did not toss and turn, but quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The night gradually deepened. The only sound left in the house was the flickering light of the big red candle and the calm and even breathing of the two people...