Xiaoxiao’s arms felt as if they were cradling a rabbit, her heart thumping nonstop. This was the first time her beloved husband had kissed her of his own accord. She was so happy, she loved him and hoped he would kiss her.
She then closed her eyes, ready to welcome this kiss that symbolized love.
But to her surprise, her husband merely sealed her lips with his without any further action. Time seemed to freeze before he released her lips.
"..." That’s it? Don’t fool me just because I am less educated, is that also called a kiss?
Could it be that her husband didn’t know how to kiss? Well, she wasn’t very good at it either, but was this touch-and-go what he really intended?
She wanted to go in for another kiss, but she was afraid his body couldn’t take it, so she gave up. After all, there was plenty of time in the future. Her husband was surely hers now; he couldn’t escape.
After the kiss, Yang Ming felt very pleased, a warm current brushed through his heart, sweet as honey. At this moment, he was unaware that his kissing skills had been criticized by his wife.
He then hugged his wife tightly, as if he were holding a treasure, "Wife, thank you."
"Hmm?" Xiaoxiao, being held, tilted her little head to look up at him.
"Thank you for everything you’ve prepared for me."
Compared to his wife, he felt ashamed. He lacked so much. Seeing the transformed room and the ring his wife had prepared, he realized she must have put a lot of thought and time into this.
But he had done nothing himself, and even the declaration of love had first come from her. He hugged his wife even tighter, filled with love and compassion. He resolved to pamper her, cherish her, cherish her endlessly.
"Husband, so do you find it surprising? Are you happy?"
So what he was thanking her for was all because he loved her, and she wanted to make him happy. Who cares who confessed first, as long as they were sweetly happy together.
"Yes, surprising, happy."
"Hehe, and this is all simplified, if it weren’t for..."
Xiaoxiao had indeed prepared other things, but what could be done? Her husband had just come back from the Gate of Hell, and really shouldn’t be overstrained.
"So what would it have been if not simplified? What else was there?"
Yang Ming was eager to know what else his wife had planned?
"Like drinking nuptial wine, eating longevity noodles, anyway, all according to the wedding customs. Didn’t you see I made this room look like a bridal chamber?"
At these words, Yang Ming’s body noticeably stiffened, blaming himself.
He too yearned to consummate their marriage. He suddenly flipped over and pinned his wife beneath him, "Wife."
"Stop messing around, do you want to die?"
Xiaoxiao was exasperated, shoving Yang Ming back. This man was even struggling to breathe, and yet he thought to press down on her? Was he not afraid of really losing his life! Besides, a person who couldn’t even kiss properly, how could he manage the wedding night?
Yang Ming, pushed back, felt utterly miserable. His current physical state truly did not permit such actions, and because he couldn’t embrace his wife, he unexpectedly sighed aloud, "Sigh!"
"Hehe." Xiaoxiao chuckled, then cozied her little head closer to her husband’s face. ""