Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2047

Tang Chujun actually has a trauma about the bridal chamber.

Although she was married and a mother of two children, she was extremely disgusted with matters between men and women.

This stems from her early experiences.

Even after the divorce, she had no intention of marrying again. If that person was not Xiao Yunde, she would not have considered it.

After going through so many ups and downs and getting married, she was still nervous when she finally had to face this moment.

After bathing, Nanny Zhong and the palace maids escorted Tang Chujun back to the bedroom.

The candles were shining brightly, and the steam from the bath had not yet dissipated. When Nanny Zhong put on her pajamas, she subconsciously clutched the collar of her clothes.

Xiao Yunde hasn't come back from bathing yet.

Tang Chujun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that every moment of delay would be better.

She sat in front of the dressing table, her dark hair hanging wetly behind her. Water droplets dripped down the ends of her hair, leaving several dark marks on her thin nightgown.

Two palace maids wrung out her hair with thick towels.

The woman in the bronze mirror is extremely beautiful, with shyness on her cheeks.

When Xiao Yunde came back, he raised his hand and dismissed the palace servants serving in the hall.

"My hair isn't dry yet." Tang Chujun looked up at him, his heart beating uncontrollably.

The man was wearing moon-white pajamas with his collar slightly open, his hair still damp, and the candlelight brought out his deep features.

Seeing that she was still sitting in front of the dressing table, he slowly walked over, gently stroked her wet hair with his slender fingers, and whispered with a smile, "It's okay, I'll wipe it for you."

Just as Xiao Yunde's fingertips touched the ends of her hair, Tang Chujun's body suddenly became lighter and she was picked up by him sideways.

She subconsciously grasped his collar, a short cry escaped from her throat, and her whole body seemed to fall into soft clouds.

"Go wipe it on the couch." His chest vibrated slightly as he spoke, and his moon-white pajamas still carried the warm and wet scent from the bath.

Although they were only three or five steps apart, Tang Chujun felt his heart beating rapidly, and his falling wet hair drew several sparkling water marks between the two of them.

Xiao Yunde put her on the couch and started to do her hair.

He is not in a hurry. He has waited for decades, so why should he rush for this moment?

It is said that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold. In fact, for him, as long as he is with her, it is a night of spring.

Xiao Yunde changed the towels one after another, and his movements were always neither hurried nor slow. When his warm palms rubbed her hair through the cotton towels, he could clearly feel her taut shoulders, like a fully drawn bowstring.

But as he spoke in her ear, she relaxed slightly. They were all trivial, ordinary family matters, and she occasionally joined in.

He said something funny and made her laugh.

When she heard him call her "little fat girl", she would pretend to be angry and scold him, "Don't call me little fat girl!"

Xiao Yunde raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put his chin on Tang Chujun's shoulder, and put his arms around her from behind.

The body temperature of sandalwood mixed with ambergris wrapped around her, like satin soaked in kerosene, burning her fingertips to the point of numbness.

She turned her head hastily and called out "Yun De", but the unfinished words were swallowed up by him.

More passionately than she had imagined.

Like blooming neon flowers in summer, clusters of them blossomed in her mind.

Suddenly I forgot to be afraid.

The soft arms wrapped around me involuntarily.

It is chaotic, just like when the world was first created.

I don’t know how they fell down, hugging each other and kissing.

Like a sincere boy and an ignorant girl, but they have experienced a lot and know a little about matters between men and women.

It's like wanting to use everything you know on the other person, for fear that your performance won't be good enough.

He took her breath away.

She felt like she was about to suffocate, but she was happy, extremely happy.

It’s not as scary as I imagined, and even less strange than I imagined.

She had been waiting for this moment as if she had been waiting for several lifetimes.

It turns out that this is what it is like to be with lovers and do happy things.