The young man standing before her did not shy away from exposing his innermost thoughts and feelings, loving her with every ounce of his soul, even his life.
Being with him, his gaze always seemed to be glued onto her, but it was never overly intense, never making her feel uncomfortable.
Seeing such a wholesome young man, she felt nothing but joy and comfort.
She didn’t feel anxious, she didn’t feel scared.
At this moment, all she wanted was to hug him tightly and feel his burning passion.
She wanted to melt under his doting affection and gentleness.
Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, the two lovers, during their wedding night, under the meticulously arranged bed coverings by Qiao Xiaomai, lost all inhibitions.
As the moon hung high in the sky, the room slowly cooled down. Tong Sanlang hugged Qiao Xiaomai tightly, with his arms around her slender waist, and legs entwined with hers, enveloping her petite body completely in his embrace.
He showered her with soft kisses, on her hair, neck, occasionally whispering her name.
“How can there be such a wonderful person in this world?”
“How can there be such a marvellous experience?”
Indeed, the wedding night is the most delightful event in one’s life!
Qiao Xiaomai was sweating again, sticky and uncomfortable. Tong Sanlang was hugging her so tightly it made it difficult for her to breathe.
Her small hand sneakily fell onto his abdomen, and she gently pinched him, “loosen up a bit, I can’t breathe.”
That pinch felt like a tickle to Tong Sanlang. He eased his hold, his large hand gently stroked her smooth back, sighed, “I really want to drown in you.”
Qiao Xiaomai closed her eyes and smiled slightly upon hearing his words.
Every grievance she’d suffered before was worth it for such a sweet moment of lazy cuddling.
The young man before her, she loved him.
She was madly in love with him.
“You were crying just now.” Tong Sanlang said and gently kissed her neck.
“I was moved to tears. I’ve lived two lifetimes, searched two worlds, I finally found you.” Qiao Xiaomai expressed her innermost feelings.
The gaping hole in her heart finally had a place to anchor.
Upon hearing her words, Tong Sanlang patted her back and slowly pulled her body up, their faces close. He gazed at her still-flushed cheeks and moved his lips towards hers.
He too, had finally found her.
In the past, his life had lacked purpose. Tong Tiehu would command him to strategize rebellions, practice martial arts, learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and he’ll carried out his orders.
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But then Qiao Xiaomai came along, forcefully capturing his heart, her presence growing more significant with time.
He found the purpose of his life.
To love her, to cherish her, to hold her in the palm of his hand, to love her with all his might.
At the same time, to receive her love, a love so genuine it would last even unto death.
He had given all, and received equally in return.
He loved her, and she loved him with the same sincerity.
Is there anything more beautiful in this world?
Tender kisses on Qiao Xiaomai’s cheek were swiftly replaced by kisses on her lips. Even though he had just learned to kiss tonight, he had her blushing and going weak in the knees.
The night was still very long.
After another passionate bout, Qiao Xiaomai was on the verge of fainting from exhaustion.
Tong Sanlang let her drink some of the Spiritual Spring water, spoon-fed mouth-to-mouth, he then dressed up and got off the bed.