Qin Junyue withdrew her gaze and lowered her head, her lips pressing against Song Ning’s neck.
First, it was light and tentative, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Then it became heavy and greedy, as if she wanted to inhale his very scent into her lungs.
She bit at his neck, leaving one shallow tooth mark after another.
Song Ning did not resist. Instead, he quite submissively patted “Qi Chuyao’s” head, trying his best to cooperate.
Since they were married, he had to have the resolve of a good husband. If the other party was in the mood, he would play along.
Feeling Song Ning’s cooperation, all of Qin Junyue’s emotions erupted at this moment, screaming in her heart:
‘I love you, I love you, I love you. I have always loved you, but I never dared to say it. Why am I not the one marrying you? Why is it that I love you more than anyone else, yet it is not my turn? Why did you save our Qin Family back then? Why have you been teaching and guiding me all these years? Why were you so good to me? Why did you appear before me when I was most desperate? Why did you seduce me? Yes, you are seducing me. Being born with such looks is seducing me. Speaking to me is seducing me. Smiling at me is seducing me. You have a face, a body, hands, and legs — every part of you is seducing me. Just by being alive, you are seducing me.’
‘Why?’
‘Why is it her and not me?’
Qin Junyue’s eyes grew slightly sore. She continued to bite his neck, leaving mark after mark, as if trying to label him as her own.
For a moment, facing the delicacy before her, she actually did not know how to start.
The candlelight fell on her face, illuminating her heroically striking features — a high bridge of the nose, full and rosy lips, and a sharp jawline.
Qin Junyue’s long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face look a bit less cold and stern than usual, and a bit more feminine and alluring.
The Crimson Wedding Dress was draped loosely over her body, the collar open to reveal the fair skin beneath. ]
It was full and well-proportioned; every inch of muscle radiated the power of a Martial Artist, yet remained extremely soft.
Song Ning sighed, raising a hand to gently stroke her dark hair.
“Are you hungry too?” he said helplessly. “You won’t stop biting.”
“You really have a lot of energy.”
His fingers ran through her hair, his movements gentle and soothing.
Qin Junyue’s body trembled slightly.
She looked up at his face, mimicking a drunken state and Qi Chuyao’s tone as she gave a muffled “Mhm.”
Then she leaned down and kissed Song Ning’s lips.
Song Ning’s breathing quickened.
Naturally, he could not let her be the only one active, so he returned her kiss.
His hand cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss as they locked together.
Qin Junyue trembled with excitement.
That was the touch she had dreamed of.
His tongue, his lips, his breath — his everything.
Initially, her plan was only to listen to his voice outside the Wedding Chamber — to hear a voice she had never heard before.
She never expected that at this moment, she would be the one truly possessing Song Ning.
Her fingers slid across his chest, feeling his increasingly rapid heartbeat.
Song Ning could not see, but those who cannot see are more sensitive to touch, and he occasionally trembled uncontrollably.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the window, intertwining with the candlelight to cast mottled shadows over the two of them.
Qin Junyue lay prone on top of him, the Crimson Wedding Dress sliding off her shoulders to reveal rounded shoulder lines and full curves.
Her lips moved away from his, following his jaw, Adam’s apple, and collarbone all the way down, leaving numerous deep tooth marks on his body.
It was as if she wanted to tear him apart and eat him whole.
It was like carving her own mark onto him. With only this one chance tonight, she wanted to leave many marks on Jiang Huai.
Finally, she could no longer restrain herself.
She grabbed Song Ning’s legs.
In this Female-dominated World, there was a Ritual of Loyalty on the wedding night.
This was a custom passed down from ancient times, existing since primitive society, to express one’s loyalty — loyalty to the home.
It was to use the softest place to express loyalty to the hardest place.
From the man to the woman.
As a man getting married, this was how he showed loyalty to his wife.
Song Ning naturally knew this rule. Xia Ling had told him long ago that everyone had to do it when they got married.
Although he did not quite understand the meaning of this ritual, and he did not have so many strange marriage rules in his previous life…
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He had nothing to resist and could only comply.
“I… I can’t see where you are,” Song Ning said as he propped himself up, fumbling around with a mix of laughter and tears. “Can you help me?”
According to the rules, this matter had to be done by the man personally.
If the woman helped, how could it be considered voluntary? But he could not see anything now and did not even know where she was. How was he supposed to take the initiative?
Even if the other party was usually dissatisfied with him, she would not bully a blind man, right?
Speaking of which, were there any special considerations for blind people in these rules?
Qin Junyue let out a light, feigned huff of displeasure.
She suddenly slapped the bedboard with a crisp crack, as if expressing anger, yet a smile hung on her face.
That heroically striking face was now full of cunning. She turned her head slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked up.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with laughter and a silken, alluring gaze. The corners of her eyes were upturned, carrying a hint of playfulness and seduction.
The candlelight fell on her face, making that mature, authoritative face look both beautiful and lustful.
“Don’t be angry, I’ll find it slowly.” Song Ning was already so hungry he did not want to move, and now he had to perform this ritual.
The difficulty of this task was more than ordinary for him. It was nowhere near as easy as knocking his younger sister’s head. He could only fumble and probe slowly.
Qin Junyue leaned over with her head tilted, watching Song Ning approach bit by bit.
She parted her lips, waiting for him to personally arrive to express his loyalty.