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The red veil was taken off.

Mo Qianhan's eyes were fixed on the face of the person in front of him. Inside the bridal chamber, the flickering red candlelight was imprinted on this elegant and beautiful face.

He looked at her steadily. At this moment, she truly became his wife.

Su Huan felt Mo Qianhan's scorching gaze. They were obviously already very familiar with each other, but being stared at by him like that made her feel a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too scorching, and there was nothing else in his eyes. He was simply looking at her. Such a scorching presence always made her unable to resist.

"Qianhan, is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?" Su Huan pondered and spoke, hoping to divert his attention by talking.

Mo Qianhan did not retract his burning gaze when he heard Su Huan's voice. As always, he just replied, "Huan'er's face is nothing, but Huan'er is pretty. It's hard to look away for a moment."

Su Huan: "Qianhan, you are exaggerating."

Mo Qianhan: "It's just the facts. I'm not exaggerating at all."

Su Huan was so serious about what he said that she couldn't say anything more, so she turned around and said, "Qianhan is very handsome today, three times more handsome than usual. When Qianhan came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to pick up the bride, he should have been able to feel the gazes cast at him by the onlookers."

Mo Qianhan smiled and said, "I don't care what they think. I only care about you, Huan'er. If Huan'er thinks it's good, then it's really good."

Su Huan: "Okay, very good."

Mo Qianhan reached out, grasped Su Huan's hand, and interlocked their fingers. His eyes were filled with desire. He swallowed, and his voice became slower. He said, "Huan'er, today is our wedding day, and this night is our bridal chamber night. Huan'er, we..."

Su Huan did not hear what Mo Qianhan continued to say, but having said this, there was no need to say more, it was all clear and obvious.

Seeing that Su Huan didn't respond or say anything, Mo Qianhan immediately said, "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. Even on the wedding night, we don't have to have everything in place. We don't need to be so rigid with each other. Just do as you like. When Huan'er is ready, we..."

Su Huan listened to Mo Qianhan's tone of voice and didn't wait for him to continue. She moved her body, turned over, pushed Mo Qianhan onto the bed, and sat astride his waist.

Mo Qianhan was lying down, his eyes fixed on the person sitting on him, "Huan'er, you..."

Su Huan: "Qianhan, you don't want it?"

Mo Qianhan blurted out, "Yes, of course I do."

They have completed their wedding ceremony, and in the eyes of everyone, they are already husband and wife, but Mo Qianhan wants them to be a real husband and wife.

What he wanted was that his Huan'er belonged to him completely, inside and out.

At that moment, Mo Qianhan hooked his hands around Su Huan's waist and turned over, and the person who was originally on top was now under him in an instant.

He raised his hands and removed the decorations in her hair one by one, and finally took off her wedding dress.

As for the ones on his own body, he could get rid of them in just a few moves.

Inside the warm red gauze tent, the two people were already being honest with each other.

Although Su Huan knew everything about this matter, before she got married, there was someone responsible for telling her about matters between husband and wife and there were special books to read. In addition, she lived in an open era in her previous life, where matters between men and women were not taboos. So she knew exactly what they were going to do next.

In comparison, Mo Qianhan was not as relaxed as Su Huan. He was nervous and even his movements were a little stiff.

Mo Qianhan lowered his eyes and stared at the person beneath him. He spoke softly and slowly, "Huan'er, if...if I hurt you, please stop, I..."

Su Huan's eyes turned and her gaze swept across. With the candlelight seeping in from beyond the bed curtains, she had touched it before through clothes, but she had never felt it as directly as she did now.

Well, Mo Qianhan does have the capital to say that, and his own conditions are indeed very good.

In the eyes of outsiders, Prince Ning, sitting in a wheelchair, looks weak. Who would have thought that he has such a strong Longhu spirit.

There was silence for a moment inside the warm tent.

All the movements, touches, little by little...

Until they become entangled and intertwined.

Su Huan couldn't help but groan, feeling a little uncomfortable...

But slowly, the temperature inside the warm tent rose up, as if there was a ball of fire inside, and the heat wave swept over and enveloped everything.

The night is deep, and I don’t know how many lingering colors it has outlined...

Mo Qianhan is getting into the groove, taking control of the overall situation as well as the people under him.

He hooked the woman's slender waist tightly, leaned close to her ear, and said, accompanied by her gasps, "Huan'er, are we husband and wife now?"

Su Huan didn't understand what he meant, so she just said "hmm" in response.

Mo Qianhan: "Huan'er, can we change the way we address each other? Can you call me something else?"

"Anything else?" Su Huan was exhausted by Mo Qianhan's torture. She felt a little confused and tired. She couldn't think of anything else, so she just asked casually, "Anything else? Can't I just keep calling you 'Qianhan'?"

"Of course you can, but I want to hear something more intimate." Mo Qianhan said, "Huan'er, how about that?"

"Closer?" Su Huan really couldn't think of it. At this time, she was too lazy to think about it and just said, "Qianhan, just tell me directly."

Mo Qianhan was not in a hurry and slowly guided Su Huan, "Huan'er, we are married now, we are husband and wife. Huan'er, you are my wife, so what am I to you, Huan'er?"

Su Huan listened to Mo Qianhan's persuasive words and understood that this guy wanted her to call him "husband!"

When Mo Qianhan heard these two words from Su Huan's mouth, his excitement reached its peak...

Su Huan experienced sex for the first time. Even though she had a strong foundation, there were some things that could not be exchanged for. She was exhausted at the moment, but some people were still so energetic.

Mo Qianhan felt the tiredness of the person in his arms. He was certainly not the kind of person who would make insatiable demands. These things had to be stopped at this time and not be too rampant.

He held her in his arms and said softly and tenderly, "Huan'er, it's getting late. Let's rest early."

Su Huan felt warm in her heart as she listened to Mo Qianhan's words. The fact that Mo Qianhan could hold back was something that made her like him more and more. She said "hmm" and nestled in Mo Qianhan's arms. She fell asleep quickly despite feeling tired.