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Yan Huai was very "ill" and had to rely on the support of Yan Zhou and Huo Xiang to stand upright. It was a bit difficult to walk down a few steps, and the bright red wedding dress couldn't hide his sickness. , there is no matchmaker to do the ceremony, the woman who has been serving Mrs. Yan yelled "One bow to heaven and earth, and two bows to the high hall" according to the time. Yan Huai and Ji An held on to the red end, kowtowed to the parents of heaven and earth, and it was counted as a gift. It's done.

Mrs. Yan and Second Master Yan sat in the hall and received the ceremony. Looking at the obedient and well-behaved Mrs. Ji Anyan beside Yan Huai, her eyes were all red, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

She never thought that Yan Huai's marriage would be so nondescript.

The second master Yan took Mrs. Yan's hand and patted it comfortingly, then turned his head and told Yan Zhou: "Send your brother back to rest, and ask the housekeeper to distribute some red wedding bags for the servants. Although there is no wedding banquet, it should still be lively Yes, you go do it."

Yan Zhou glanced worriedly at Mrs. Yan, and Second Master Yan said again: "It's okay, your mother has me here, go."

Yan Zhou and Huo Xiang sent him here to settle down and left, leaving only him and Ji An in the room.

It is not yet night, it is when other people get married, and it is the time when the groom is drunk by the guests.

Lying on the bed, Yan Huai remembered that on the day when Yan Zhou got married, Yan Zhou was so overwhelmed by relatives and friends at home that he almost couldn't find where the new house was.

Now he understood Yanzhou's mood at that time, the excitement of getting what he wanted.

The word "囍" is pasted everywhere in the house, and the bedding is bright red, with mandarin ducks and the words "a happy marriage for a hundred years" embroidered with gold thread on it, but it is not sprinkled with red dates and peanuts like when Yanzhou got married. Everyone in the family knew that he would not be able to "have a precious son early".

The two of them didn't speak, and for a moment they looked like every newlywed couple, shy and nervous.

But Yan Huai was just dumbfounded - the wedding dress on Ji An's body was not very appropriate, after all, it was made in a hurry overnight, and in some places, it could be seen that the workmanship was not exquisite, but this did not affect Ji An's wearing it In the after effect, the red belt with gold thread draws out a slender waist, and a pair of thick-soled boots embroidered with dark patterns stand tall and handsome.

Only Ji An was nervous. The moment the door was closed, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground. Nothing went wrong. He actually married the young master in such a legitimate way.

The wedding was sloppy and simple, there was no noisy crowd of guests and friends, and no firecrackers to welcome joyously, but Ji An was still satisfied, his heart seemed to be stuffed with something, bulging, making him feel as if he was floating in the clouds .

After a long silence, Yan Huai called out: "An'an, come here."

Only then did Ji An realize that he was distracted, and when he looked back, Yan Huai had already sat up from the bed and was opening his arms towards him.

When he approached, Yan Huai stretched out his hand and pulled it, then folded his arms together, and pulled the bed curtain, the red curtain fell down, enclosing the two of them in the small world between the beds.

The two people are separated by an extremely close distance, so close that they can hear each other's breathing clearly.

"An'an." Yan Huai hugged the person, lay on his side and faced Ji An, and said in a low voice, "The two surnames are married, and a contract is signed together. The marriage will last forever, and the match has the same name. With one heart and one mind, it is suitable for an IKEA. I would like to write a letter to Hong Jian with the agreement of the white head, so that the alliance of red leaves can be recorded in the mandarin tree. This is the proof."

Ji An stared blankly at Yan Huai, his eyes turned red.

He didn't read much, but he could understand this passage, the young master was reading the marriage letter with him.

The swelling in his heart finally overflowed, Ji An's eyes were sore, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, he just shouted: "Master..."

Yan Huai put his arms around Ji An and reminded: "Silly, I called you wrong."

Ji An didn't understand why he said "ah?", Yan Huai didn't hold back, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly, "My lady."

And said: "Ma'am."

He lightly kissed Ji An's lips: "I have to change my words in the future and call me husband."

When he yelled, Ji An's ears turned red, and when the last sentence "Sang Gong" was said, Ji An's face was as red as a red wedding dress on his body, he raised his hand to cover his face, but secretly With a slit out of his fingers, he quietly looked at Yan Huai.

Yan Huai's heart melted at the sight of his deceiving views, wondering if this little fool knew how attractive he was, and said cryptically: "An'an, tonight is our bridal chamber."

Ji An was stunned for a moment before he understood what Yan Huai meant. Now he didn't even dare to keep the gap between his fingers, he covered his face to deceive himself, and said "um" in a barely audible voice.

With one hand, Yan Huai untied the belt of his Xifu clothes and threw it aside, touched the hem of the clothes with his hand, and finally stopped at the waist. While thinking about how to make Ji An fatter, he said: " Does An An know what to do on the night of the bridal chamber?"

Ji An didn't even dare to answer this question. He lay in Yan Huai's arms covering his face without saying a word, but he didn't even hide for a moment. He honestly let Yan Huai move, but the fingertips covering his face still betrayed him. Overwhelmed by his nervousness, he was already trembling slightly.

Yan Huai's hands didn't move anymore, as if he just wanted to hug him for no other purpose, he leaned over and kissed Ji An's fingertips, and hugged Ji An even tighter, before asking: "Are you afraid?"

The weather in April is still a bit cool, but both of them are sweating a little.

Ji An's head rested on Yan Huai's neck, and his voice was soft, and he called out irrelevantly: "Mr.

The shadows that Xin Chi left on Ji An have been slowly illuminated by Yan Huai. This is the darkest place hidden in the corner. Yan Huai is not sure how far Xin Chi can go. It wasn't that he had been sexually abused by him, and would Ji An be afraid of skin-to-skin contact? However, at this moment, Ji An didn't say "not afraid", and the word "Sanggong" completely dispelled all the worries in Yan Huai's heart.

Those things in the past have really become the past.

Yan Huai turned over and pressed the man under him, and kissed him deeply and deeply.

……

……

(doesn't matter whether they are all the same)

It was already very late, and the midnight was almost over, Ji An's face was smeared with tears, and his body was even more smeared, Yan Huai's heart felt hot again when he saw it.

At this time, it was inconvenient to go out to get hot water. Fortunately, because he was "sick", there was always a kettle in the house with hot water for him to drink.

Yan Huai only wore a wedding dress, poured hot water into a basin, washed a towel, wiped Ji An from head to toe, and covered Ji An with the wedding quilt piled up at the end of the bed. Body, gently kissed Ji An's forehead: "Go to sleep."

Ji An huddled under the quilt, his eyes were still a little flushed, and he looked at Yan Huai eagerly: "Where is the young master?"

"It's called Xianggong." Yan Huai rubbed his head with a smile and said, "I'll clean it up."

Where is he lying down and sleeping, the young master cleaned up, Ji An immediately got up from the bed to help, but after turning over, he found that his back was so sore that he couldn't move at all, and was pitifully pressed on the bed by Yan Huai: " Take a good rest, if you can't sleep, just wait a while, and I will come."

He tossed people hard, but he still didn't have enough to eat. If it wasn't for the fact that the "bride" would have to meet his parents-in-law tomorrow, he would even want to have a meal.

But Ji An obviously couldn't take it anymore, Yan Huai sat on the stool with his clothes on and calmed down for a moment, then he wiped himself casually, picked up the messy clothes scattered on the floor and threw them aside.

When he returned to the bed, Ji An was so tired that he fell asleep, but as soon as he lay down, the sleeping person leaned over spontaneously, with his head thrust into his arms, and fell into a deeper sleep.