"Mad at ?" Xie Wanqing looked at her own hand for a mont, murmuring softly, "I think the one who should be upset is ."
Pei Yuqing remained silent for a while, realizing that whatever he said now seed wrong.
The room fell silent, their proximity close enough to hear each other’s breathing.
After a long pause, he painfully began, "This is my fault."
He shouldn’t have been so arrogant, thinking this would make Lu Ziyuan give up completely, thinking it was best for all three of them.
Pei Yuqing lifted his arm wanting to hold the girl’s hand by the bedside, but she gently avoided him by raising her hand.
Awkward for a mont, he pulled back his hand with a bitter smile, saying, "I anticipated many scenarios, yet didn’t expect him to be so stubborn."
With Lu Ziyuan’s usual public image, who would’ve thought he would shalessly pursue a girl like this?
Even after she explicitly rejected him, he wouldn’t let go.
"Now not only you know, but the entire Capital knows," Xie Wanqing’s tone lightly mocked, "The forr fiancé creating chaos in the bridal chamber, how am I supposed to face your parents and relatives tomorrow?"
As the bride entering the house, she must serve tea to her parents-in-law in the morning and et many Pei Family relatives, how would they view her?
Their marriage was decreed by the Holy Emperor, and they still must enter the palace to offer thanks.
Thinking about this, Xie Wanqing couldn’t help but feel wronged.
He put her in such a position by doing this.
She trusted him so much, yet he completely disregarded her feelings, as if stabbing her in the back.
The little girl’s eyes revealed misty grief, seemingly about to shed tears the next second, making Pei Yuqing’s heart ache suddenly, sour and painful, he reached out wanting to pull her into his arms, but just as he raised his arm, Xie Wanqing turned to avoid him.
For the first ti, Pei Yuqing understood what it ant to lift a rock only to drop it on one’s own foot.
He began to regret why he did such a thing.
Tonight was supposed to be their romantic wedding night, had Lu Ziyuan not returned, this girl wouldn’t have refused his embrace...
Thinking this way, his frustration grew, yet he still patiently soothed, "Don’t worry about those things, you are my legitimately married wife, no one will say anything about you, and as for my parents..."
He paused, carefully expressing his heart, "You are the girl I admire, they’d only extend their affection for to you, never causing you trouble."
Had this been any other ti, such words from him would’ve delighted Xie Wanqing endlessly, but now she rely responded with a faint "Oh."
"Move over."
Pei Yuqing was startled, obediently making space next to him.
Xie Wanqing lifted the quilt and directly lay down on the bed.
With the bed warr just beside her, the place where she lay was full of his body heat, every breath she took carried his scent...
Aside from those bizarre dreams, this was the first ti she shared a bed with a man.
Only at this mont did Xie Wanqing truly realize what being married ant, what decision she had actually made.
If nothing unexpected happened, from now on she’d share this bed with the man beside her for a lifeti, forever enveloped by his presence, sharing life and death together.
Thinking about this, Xie Wanqing felt sowhat lost.
anwhile, Pei Yuqing’s heart couldn’t help but beat wildly, the beloved girl legitimately lying in bed with him, she ultimately did not regret, despite Lu Ziyuan’s desperate plea, she still steadfastly chose him.
He took a deep breath, finally joining her in lying down.
The two quietly lay there for a while, the girl’s fragrance continuously wafting into his nostrils, Pei Yuqing swallowed, his gaze settling on the girl’s face.
Within the tent, the beauty was as jade, her lips lightly pressed, even half of her face could unsettle one’s heartbeat; a hint of red under her eyelids, a treasure awaiting comforting after being wronged.
This was his wife...
Such realization caused Pei Yuqing’s heart to soften and burn anew, wanting only to hold her tightly in his embrace, cherishing her with all his might.
Yet unsure if the girl was still upset, he dared not provoke her anger towards him again.
In the silent tranquility, he finally couldn’t resist, tentatively reaching out to touch her shoulder, but the mont he barely touched her, the girl suddenly turned away to avoid him, lying on her side facing away.
"..." Pei Yuqing’s gaze fell upon her delicate nape, eyes darkened.
This was her third ti refusing his approach tonight, each ti after Lu Ziyuan’s appearance...
The room sank into complete silence.
......
No matter how long the night, it would eventually pass; the sky gradually lightened, the dawn slowly peeked out.
Xie Wanqing opened her eyes, imdiately facing an expanse of smooth chest.
She hesitated for a mont, slowly looking up, locking eyes with a handso face.
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