The flush on Ji Nuan's face, which had not completely faded, covered the entire cheek again, is this moment finally coming? There was a faint expectation and a little fear.

At this time, the sky is gradually darkening, the horses under the plum trees are gnawing on the grass on the ground, the surrounding silence is abnormal, and it seems that only the footsteps of Song Wangchen and his own pounding heartbeat can be heard in his ears, the two sounds are mixed together, and there is an indescribable harmony and beauty.

Seeing the door slowly closing, the petals everywhere, the fragrance of flowers all over the house, the red quilt, and the dim room, these undoubtedly did not make people's hearts ripple, and the atmosphere began to become tense and ambiguous.

Song Wangchen sat down on the edge of the bed with Ji Nuan, gently removed the phoenix crown on her head, looked at the girl with drooping eyelids in front of her, gently hooked her chin, smiled slightly, and imprinted a kiss on her lips like a dragonfly.

Feeling Song Wangchen's scorching gaze, Ji Nuan became even more flustered, her brain began to run rapidly, and she stood up, making Song Wangchen look inexplicable.

"Forget the dust, you have to tell me how much you have hidden from me, how did Tang Yanyan and Senior Sister come, where did so many flowers come from, and when did you hide from me to order a wedding dress, and ......"

I don't know if it's to ease the tense and ambiguous atmosphere, or if there is really too much confusion, Ji Nuan has been chattering non-stop.

Song Wangchen grabbed Ji Nuan and blocked her questions with her mouth that seemed to never finish.

Ji Nuan's eyes widened in shock, seeing that the other party was closing his eyes, and kept exploring deeply in his lips, as if he wanted to swallow himself whole. The softness in his heart began to gradually spread, until he rippled all over his body, closed his eyes, and began to seriously enjoy his tenderness and sweetness.

After a long time, Song Wangchen reluctantly left his lips, and his low voice sounded in his ears: "Lady, those are not important, the important thing is that from now on, you can only belong to me, and you will always belong to me!"

Is this still the cold, arrogant and withdrawn Song Wangchen? How can I always be self-taught in this kind of thing? What's even worse is that I actually enjoy it very much, am I addicted to lust and poisoned?

Seeing his wedding dress being untied little by little, Ji Nuan suddenly trembled. Ji Nuan, you're really useless, it's all this time, what are you afraid of?

Song Wangchen: "Lady, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!"

With the bright moonlight, the two finally met sincerely, although Song Wangchen's body was already familiar to him, but in this case, Ji Nuan couldn't help but become more and more nervous.

Song Wangchen deceived him down, first kept gnawing and grinding between Ji Nuan's lips, and then went all the way down, gently between her neck, and finally stopped in her ear and whispered: "Lady, don't be afraid!"

Ji Nuan suddenly felt that his tight strings were broken all of a sudden, and the tension and shyness in his heart gradually decreased, seeing the tenderness in the other party's eyes, his hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, and took the initiative to send his own fragrant lips.

............

The next day, Ji Nuan opened her hazy eyes, stretched out comfortably, looked at her smooth arms, hurriedly opened the big red quilt to take a look, and found that she was still naked, remembering the shameful scene last night, and immediately blushed.

Faintly hearing the sound of someone stepping on the wooden ladder, she hurriedly hid her whole head in the quilt, feeling the other party approaching her step by step, Ji Nuan's heart began to beat faster again.

The corners of Song Wangchen's mouth rose, put the tray in his hand on the wooden table, and gently lifted the quilt: "Lady, did you sleep soundly last night?"

Ji Nuan hurriedly pulled the quilt and wrapped herself as tightly as possible, seeing the other party's hot gaze, she hurriedly dragged the quilt against the wall, and said shyly: "That, can you go out first, I haven't got dressed yet!"

The smile on Song Wangchen's face became even stronger, and he had entered the cave room, why was he still so shy: "Lady, you worked really hard last night, why don't you change your clothes for your husband?"

What's good, how did Song Wangchen become like this, where did that cold male god go, he must have been damaged by Tang Yanyan's goods.

Ji Nuan hurriedly waved his hand: "No, forget the dust, really don't use, I'm not tired at all!"

"I was worried that the lady was tired, but now it seems that the lady's physical strength is very good, or let's do it again!"

This Song Wangchen must be fake, otherwise how could he be so brazen!

"Oh, no, I'm suddenly so tired now, I'll sleep a little longer. Ji Nuan hurriedly lay down and covered his head with the quilt again.

"Lady, if you sleep again, the chicken soup will be cold!"

It's cold when it's cold, you actually want to use chicken soup to trick me, do I look like such a greedy person? Ji Nuan secretly complained to himself, the cold male god suddenly became a charming male god, this amount of information is too much, I really can't hold it.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, he suddenly heard a melodious piano sound, and the melody seemed to have been heard somewhere. lifted the quilt and found that Song Wangchen was long gone, leaving only a cup of steaming chicken soup in the house.

Ji Nuan hurriedly got up and finished washing at the fastest speed in his life, then lifted the chicken soup and walked slowly to the door, leaning on the bamboo wall, and began to taste the delicious food, enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Song Wangchen sat under the plum tree, his fingers jumping happily between the guqin, and his face was as indifferent as ever, but his mood changed, and this song was no longer sad, but the rhythm was more pleasant.

How can there be such a wicked man in this world, he was still wantonly teasing me in the last second, and at this moment he is playing with a serious heart, my husband is really almighty, Ji Nuan was so distracted for a while that he even forgot to drink the soup.

Familiar piano sounds, familiar people, familiar scenes. "Ah!" Ji Nuan exclaimed, the porcelain bowl in her hand shattered, but she had no scruples and quickly rushed towards Song Wangchen.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Song Wangchen flashed in front of him, and took Ji Nuan's hand to check it repeatedly: "Lady, what's wrong, but it's hot!"

Looking at the pain on Xiao Nuan's face and the tears that were about to come out of his eyes, Song Wangchen panicked for a while, although no matter how he looked at her, he didn't have burns on her hands, but he couldn't help but put it to his lips and blew it gently.

Let me Song forget the dust and kill the demons in the world, fearless, but I am afraid to see you sad and cry!

"Forget the dust, I'm afraid of ......"

I'm afraid that the dream will become a reality, although I know in my heart that the nightmare is a nightmare, but every time I think of that scene, I still can't stop my heartache, as if it was not a dream, I am afraid that one day I will hurt you.

The tears on Ji Nuan's face slipped quietly, and Song Wangchen wiped away her tears blankly and hugged her into his arms: "Lady, you don't have to be afraid of anything, everything has me!"

Yes, it's enough to have you, it's just a dream, Ji Nuan, how can you suffer so much, are you still the same Ji Nuan?

"Forget the dust, I'm glad you're still there!"

............

The demon in the dream did not come, Ji Nuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a serious look at the guqin, remembering the beautiful rhythm just now, and his hand unconsciously touched it.

The guqin still made a screeching noise unceremoniously, and Ji Nuan smiled indifferently, as if he would always be a layman for such an elegant thing.

Song Wangchen smiled slightly, pulled Ji Nuan to sit next to the guqin, stroked the back of Ji Nuan's hand with both hands, and dragged her fingers back and forth on the strings: "If you like it, I will teach you!"

The sound of the piano gradually became more pleasant, it turned out that the elegant things that this literati and ink artists like to do are not so difficult! Ji Nuan feels more and more that he is really a talent, a trip through the journey, I can't help but gain an all-round husband, and I have also learned special functions, even such elegant things as playing the piano are about to be out of the question, I really admire myself!

Seeing Ji Nuan's smile, her long hair tied up at will, and her face was not powdered, Song Wangchen couldn't help but wonder if this girl was lazy or didn't know how to dress up. Except for yesterday, I have the impression that she has this hairstyle all day long, and even the clothes she wears are always those two. It's just that she still haunts her dreams, probably because she is the warm sun in winter, melting her frozen heart.

Song Wangchen brushed off a strand of green silk from her sideburns, and unconsciously printed a kiss, then picked her up and slowly walked into the bamboo house.

Ji Nuan's heart was hot, what was he going to do? Remembering what he said just now, his cheeks began to blush again, this is broad daylight, not very good!

Song Wangchen saw that her eyes were like silk, and knew that she must be crooked, and suddenly wanted to tease her again: "Lady, you spilled the chicken soup for your husband and wasted a piece of my good intentions, you say, how can you compensate me." ”

No matter how he heard this, Ji Nuan's face blushed even more, he lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look at his expression at the moment, only to hear his slightly trembling voice ringing in his ears: "How do you want to make up?"

"I want to groom you every day, always by your side, every day when I open my eyes to see you, every day I close my eyes to see you is still you!"

This compensation seems to be cost-effective no matter how you listen to it, Ji Nuanwan smiled: "This is what you said, don't regret it, in case one day I'm old, you can't dislike me!"

"Never. Song Wangchen had already put Ji Nuan in front of the dresser and sat down, untied the hairband on her head, picked up the wooden comb, and personally dressed her up.

Looking at the man who combed his hair in a serious way in the bronze mirror, happiness and satisfaction swept through his heart, and he had no regrets in this life!