At this mont in the bridal chamber, Yang Chuxia had already changed out of her wedding dress and was wearing a lighter red outfit. She had sent Xiu’er and a young maid nad Mingcui away, and was now leaning against the wedding quilt, secretly browsing a small booklet with great interest.
"What are you looking at? Why are you so amused?" Ye Zi’an saw her holding a booklet as soon as he pushed the door open, and she didn’t even notice his entrance.
To his surprise, Yang Chuxia excitedly waved at him when she saw him. "Brother An, co, co, let’s look at this little booklet together."
"Wife, how can you still call Brother An?" Ye Zi’an’s voice was a bit lancholy, and slightly annoyed.
Yang Chuxia cast a sidelong glance at him, smoothly changing her tone, "My husband, hurry up and co!"
With one call of "husband," Ye Zi’an was imdiately satisfied and hurried over, "What are you looking at?"
"I’m looking at the Spring Palace Pictures you’ve never seen before." Yang Chuxia answered with a straight face, causing Ye Zi’an to be montarily taken aback.
As soon as he recovered, he moved behind Yang Chuxia and stared at the booklet in her hand, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Then he heard Yang Chuxia pointing at one of the pages and saying, "Wow, this artist is really sothing else. The legs are drawn so swollen, it’s really ugly."
"This pose, oh my, aren’t they afraid of breaking their legs?"
"And this one with such a thin waist, what if it snaps?"
"Look at this one, wow, such big breasts, are they a cow or sothing?"
"And this one, oh my, the man is so ugly, and the woman has such a heavy taste, how could she stomach this?"
"And this one, with such a huge mole right here, even on the lips. What if you accidentally bite it when kissing, and it’s not a mole but cancer cells?"
"Also..."
She kept talking nonstop, seemingly intending to comnt on every single page.
Then the small booklet in her hand was snatched away, and Yang Chuxia looked at him, "I wasn’t finished yet?"
Ye Zi’an smirked evilly, "Wife, you don’t plan to discuss the people in this booklet with all night, do you?" As he spoke, he playfully stroked his chin, "I think we’d be better off with so hands-on practice so that we can know if those positions will really break legs, or snap waists, don’t you think?"
Seeing the mischievous and aggressively invasive look in his eyes, and his fingers sliding on her shoulder, Yang Chuxia hooked the corner of her mouth, stretched her arm out, and pressed Ye Zi’an under her. Then she grinned slyly, "Hehe, my husband has a point. There’s a saying that a mont of passion is worth a thousand gold coins. Co, let take good care of you."
"Wife, you’re stealing my lines again."
Yang Chuxia glared with her beautiful eyes, "Nonsense, I stole them, so what can you do? Just let have my way with you." After finishing her sentence, she hugged Ye Zi’an and kissed him.
As fragrances intertwined, feelings grew warr, clothes were gradually removed, and the canopy curtains slipped down.
The people inside the gauze curtains were sowhat breathless, and the person on top was turned over.
"Wife, according to your kisses, we won’t be able to enjoy the beauty of this night if we continue like this. Just leave it to your husband."
Yang Chuxia, wearing only a red bellyband, playfully poked her partner’s chest with a hint of annoyance in her beautiful eyes, "You’re acting like you’re very experienced."
"A man has his needs."
As he spoke, his fingers hooked, and the last piece of clothing was torn away. The smooth, fair skin and undulating curves deepened Ye Zi’an’s gaze.
The wedding night was fleeting with the light of the candles.
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