"My lady, does it hurt?" After a moment of passion, Ye Zi’an lifted his head from Yang Chuxia’s ear and gently asked.
"It’s fine." It did hurt a bit, but it wasn’t anything unbearable, nor was it as painful as she had heard people say.
"Do you feel comfortable?" Ye Zi’an asked again after hearing her reply.
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but giggle. She had found out that Brother An was the epitome of the perfect modern man. In their society, men usually only cared about their own pleasure during these moments, not whether women enjoyed it or not.
"Well, are you comfortable?" Not getting an answer, Ye Zi’an asked again.
Hearing her answer, Ye Zi’an’s expression instantly became both cheerful and delighted. Yang Chuxia sighed softly, thinking that men really did crave validation.
A moment later, Ye Zi’an propped himself up on his hands and whispered in her ear, "My lady, are you tired?"
Yang Chuxia glanced at him sideways and bluntly said, "Too much indulgence is harmful to your health."
Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but laugh at her words, then leaned back down, saying, "Originally, I just wanted to ask, but it seems my lady isn’t tired. Since that’s the case, let’s do it again. Your taste is truly lovely."
"How can I bring happiness to my lady without being shameless?"
Afterward, the sounds of their intimacy echoed within the red chamber for a long time before gradually fading away.
By morning, sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the same bridal chamber and red curtain.
On the bridal bed, a woman’s long black hair was sprawled across her pillow, her fair arm draped over her red quilt, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Next to her, a man with a perfectly sculpted and pale face tenderly gazed at her, his eyes filled with warmth. His gaze was so intense that she couldn’t even pretend to sleep any longer.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, meeting a pair of eyes full of laughter and affection.
"If you hadn’t been staring at me like that, I bet I could’ve slept longer."
"Well, you can sleep some more now." Ye Zi’an chuckled as Yang Chuxia sleepily rubbed her eyes and pouted in dissatisfaction. "After all, we don’t have to get up early to recognize our relatives, we just have to pay respect to my parents later. You can sleep a bit more."
"I can’t sleep anymore!" Yang Chuxia glared at him, "Who can fall back asleep after being disturbed like that?"
Ye Zi’an’s hand slipped across the skin exposed by her shoulder. Suddenly, he rolled over and grinned, "Since my lady isn’t sleepy, let’s have some more fun, shall we?"
"Hey, you lewd rascal! Do you know what it means to have restraint?"
"My lady, we’ve just gotten married—exercising restraint now would make people think your husband is inadequate." Ye Zi’an said with conviction, "Besides, I’ve waited so many years. Now that the meat is finally available, you have to let me indulge, my dear wife, my dear wife..."
Faced with Ye Zi’an’s shameless begging, Yang Chuxia could only think one thing: Once a rabbit has tasted meat, it will never go back to grass.
By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already noon, and Ye Zi’an was not in the room. The once-messy room had been tidied up, and her clothes were neatly placed by the bed.
She had just begun to get dressed when she discovered her waist was sore. Indeed, having such a delicate waist was indeed a hazard during such activities.
As she put on her inner garment, Ye Zi’an entered the room, "My lady, you’re awake?"
"I’ve prepared the meal, I’ll have Xiu’er bring it to you soon." Saying that, he picked up her clothes and helped her get dressed.