A quick encounter leads to a lifetime of misunderstandings

Thinking of her for the first time, Xuanyuan Che was extremely gentle. After the temperature gradually dropped, Murong Yan fell into a deep sleep.

Xuanyuan Che took her to take a bath, asked someone to change the mattress, and then gave her medicine. He held her head and looked at her for a long time before holding her and falling asleep contentedly.

The next day, Xuanyuan Che opened his eyes and saw the baby in his arms, and felt his heart soften a lot. He held his head and looked at her for a long time, and then he couldn't help but use his hands to gently trace her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, her lips, and finally lingered on her lips.

Then he couldn't help but kiss her, and he left her as soon as he touched her. Seeing that she didn't feel like she was about to wake up, he kissed her again, gently and lingeringly.

Murong Yan felt itchy on her face, waved it with her hand, and went back to sleep. Just after a while, I started to feel itchy again, so I was ready to turn over. As a result, the soreness all over her body made her gradually wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face in front of her, and then she remembered what night it was.

She gave him a resentful look. He was the one who contributed yesterday. Why did he seem to have nothing to do? It was unfair. Then he mobilized his energy to restore his body, and the soreness gradually dissipated.

Looking at her expression, Xuanyuan Che asked worriedly: "Yan'er, does it still hurt?" In fact, Xuanyuan Che gave her medicine last night, and now she no longer feels any pain. Plus she just used her power to recover, so she's fine now. But she still pretended to be uncomfortable.

Murong Yan buried her head in his chest, nodded and shook her head, her voice soft and soft, "Ah Che, my waist is so sore."

Murong Yan was satisfied with his performance yesterday. At least he was really gentle last night and did not ignore her feelings. It was the first time that she felt the beauty of that kind of thing.

Yes, Murong Yan had never experienced Yun Yu either in modern times or when he was the Demon Lord. Therefore, she still feels dependent on Xuanyuan Che as her first husband.

"I'll rub it for you." Xuanyuan Che raised his hand to massage her waist. Murong Yan narrowed her eyes comfortably, but Xuanyuan Che found it difficult. I was afraid that she would get hurt last night, so I didn't have much fun. Now he knows the taste of food marrow, and now he has the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms. His body is very honest.

The two of them were very close, and when they felt his change, Murong Yan asked, "It's getting late, should we go serve tea to our parents?"

Xuanyuan Che replied hoarsely: "Yan'er, mother said, you don't need to offer tea or say hello after you come in."

Seeing that he was so uncomfortable and still patiently answered her questions, her heart softened a little. He couldn't bear to hold it in any longer. He had nothing to do anymore and there was no need to offer tea. Then she raised her hand and hooked his neck, bringing her lips to his.

Feeling her movements, Xuanyuan Che couldn't help but respond to her, and was even excited by her initiative. All the clothes were gone, and there was more movement today than last night.

It's spring here. But other places seem to have entered autumn, desolate and desolate.

In a village outside the capital of the Hou Mansion, Xuanyuan Mo sat blankly in the room, holding an earring in his hand and stroking it constantly. This was what she dropped on the day he took Murong Yan away.

Knowing that they got married yesterday, Xuanyuan Mo has been sitting here, sometimes with tender eyes, sometimes with sadness on his face. He kept falling into his own beautiful fantasies and kept waking up. Finally, with tears in his eyes, he fainted and fell to the ground.

Xuanyuan Mo was brought back to his home, played 50 big boards, and sent to Zhuangzi. On the way, he was beaten again by Murong Zhen, causing more injuries. He has not recovered yet. I didn’t eat anything from yesterday to today, and I was feeling very happy and sad, and my body couldn’t bear it.

When Zhuangzi's servants found out, they hurriedly asked the doctor to take a look. The doctor shook his head and said: "The trauma has not healed, I am worried too much, and I will not cooperate with taking medicine. I estimate that I don't have much time left."

Shangshu Mansion

After Chen Nian'an came back from attending the wedding banquet yesterday, he locked himself in the house, took out the liquor he collected and drank it, getting very drunk, so as to temporarily forget the pain in his heart. The person he liked for the first time turned out to be someone he could never imagine. He didn't even have a chance to fight for it.

He wanted to stay drunk for a while, because when he sobered up, he would have to face reality and restrain his emotions. I have to pretend to be that heartless, carefree young man again.

Of course, these two people who were intoxicated in love didn't know it. By the time Xuanyuan Che came out of the shower with Murong Yan in his arms, he had completely missed lunch time.

Mrs. Li had already asked the kitchen to prepare dishes all the time. After all, she was someone who had been there. So Xuanyuan Che passed the meal and served it soon. The servants all lowered their heads, afraid of seeing something they shouldn't.

After the servants exited, Xuanyuan Che held Murong Yan and sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Yan'er, let's see what you want to eat. I'll feed you."

Murong Yan ordered him to serve her meal without any courtesy: "I want to eat that, that, and that."

Xuanyuan Che smiled fondly and said: "Okay~, I will do it for you for my husband."

After taking the same taste, Murong Yan was full. "Well, I'm full, I don't want any more."

Xuanyuan Che coaxed her: "Yan'er, be good, take another bite, you are too thin, you need to eat more."

Murong Yan rubbed his chest and said coquettishly: "A Che, I really can't take a bite."

Seeing her like this, Xuanyuan Che's heart melted and he stopped forcing her. She just started eating with the bowls and chopsticks she had just left, without letting Murong smoke down.

Murong Yan leaned against his chest, hugged his waist and watched him eat, sighing that the beautiful man was indeed a pleasure to eat.

After finishing the meal, Xuanyuan Che stroked Murong Yan's long, silky hair, looked at her spring-filled eyes and brows, and gently kissed her.

Thinking of the painting book I had read to her before, the husband would paint his wife's eyebrows after marriage. Then she said, "Yan'er, I'd like you to paint your eyebrows for my husband."

"Do you know?"

"My painting skills are pretty good, I think it would be good to have my eyebrows drawn."

Murong Yan looked at him expectantly, "Then let's see your skills."

Xuanyuan Che carried her to the dressing table and sat down. He picked up the conch and traced her eyebrows with a serious and affectionate expression.

Murong Yan looked into his eyes and felt a little moved in her heart. She had previously regarded him as a mission target and one of the beauties in the harem, so she didn't want to invest too much. But as she became more and more addicted to getting along with him, she thought she might have feelings for him.

"Okay, Yan'er has a look. I'm still satisfied." Xuanyuan Che's voice interrupted her thinking.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction, "A Che's skills are good and the painting is very good."

"Then my husband will paint your eyebrows for you from now on." After saying that, he kissed her forehead.

Murong Yan smiled and replied: "Okay, Ah Che, don't be lazy in the future." After saying that, she hugged his waist and buried her head in his chest.

"Why are you lazy? As long as Yan'er doesn't get tired of me in the future."