Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 497 Koi Little Lucky Star 26

The wind outside the window seemed to be stronger, causing the flame of the candle to flicker. The silhouettes of the couple leaning on each other on the wall were magnified, stretched, and then tenderly merged together.

In his aggressive yet affectionate confinement, Yun Chu could clearly feel his heartbeat like a drum in his chest, intertwined with her own disordered breathing.

All the reserve, rationality, and the last bit of distance brought by status completely melted away in his domineering and hot breath, the moment the jade hairpin was firmly pinned into the bun.

She was not a passive recipient, but fell into the web of affection woven by him willingly.

She turned her hand and tightly grasped his arm around her waist - it was a silent affirmation, and even more of a declaration:

"Okay." She agreed softly. Although her voice was soft, it was incomparably clear and firm, responding to his passionate oath and the latent wolf-like possessiveness. "We will bear the burden of wind, frost, rain and snow together for the rest of our lives."

Ji Qingyuan got a response, and the last trace of restraint in his deep eyes suddenly opened.

A smile spread across his lips, carrying with it the cunningness of success and a strong desire that could no longer be suppressed, like a spark that suddenly lit up in the depths of a dark pool.

He tightened his embrace, lowered his head, and sealed it with a kiss, pouring all his future and vows into this long-awaited wedding night that belonged only to them, filled with deep affection.

Drops of candle wax fell, as if witnessing that this deep and entangled affection finally broke through the ground, thrived and flourished, and would never be separated again.

The dragon and phoenix wedding candles in the bridal chamber had burned out to the last bit of their core, leaving only two pools of solidified red candle tears quietly nestled together, witnessing the endless love of last night.

Outside the window, the sky gradually became clearer, and the cool morning light penetrated the exquisite paper-cut lotus flowers on the window lattice, casting warm and mottled light and shadow on the wedding bed covered with a bright red and gold brocade quilt.

Ji Qingyuan was the first to wake up under the quilt decorated with gold and red embroidery.

He was not awakened by the morning light, but by the real, soft weight in his arms that made him intoxicated and unable to sleep anymore.

Yun Chu lowered her head slightly and rested her head on his arm. Her black hair was scattered on the pillow like a waterfall, and it had already been ambiguously entangled with the few strands of his scattered black hair, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

Her sleeping face was peaceful, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, the slight redness at the corners of her eyes and the light moisture on her lips silently told of the tenderness of last night.

The white jade and bamboo hairpin that she treasured was taken off by him last night. It was now lying quietly beside the pillow, emitting a warm and restrained light in the morning light.

Ji Qingyuan held his breath and stared at his wife in his arms. The power and darkness in his eyes were no longer there as they were last night. Instead, they were filled with a gentleness like the deep sea and a laziness after being satisfied.

Two years of longing, one night of lingering, that unforgettable persistence finally settled in the tranquility of this spring morning and fermented into a deeper and heavier attachment.

He was very careful, afraid of waking her up, but he couldn't help but use his fingertips to very gently, almost sketching, brush across her soft eyebrows, slide down along her delicate jawline, and finally stop at the corner of her slightly parted lips.

This gentle touch finally startled Yun Chu. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At first, she was confused and sleepy. When her blurry vision focused and collided with Ji Qingyuan's deep eyes that were filled with the morning light and also filled with her own, all the memories of last night came back like a tide.

Two blushes instantly appeared on Yun Chu's face, brighter than the paper-cut lotus on the window frame, and even her ears were dyed with the rosy color.

She subconsciously wanted to curl up, but found that he had already held her tightly in his arms, unable to move. She had no choice but to bury her burning cheeks deeper into his arms, revealing only a small part of her shy face.

"Awake?" Ji Qingyuan's voice was slightly hoarse from waking up in the morning, deep and mellow, like aged warm wine.

"Hmm..." Yun Chu's response was as thin as a mosquito, buried in the crook of his neck.

Ji Qingyuan chuckled softly, and the vibration of his chest was clearly transmitted to her, with full pleasure.

He tightened his arms around her and lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head: "Did you sleep well? The phoenix crown is really tiring, and last night... was even more tiring." The last sentence was obviously teasing.

Yun Chu's face became even hotter, and she was so embarrassed that she reached out and gently pinched his waist: "Ji Xiuzhuo, be careful with your words!" Only then did she realize that this "official title" was really out of place in the boudoir.

"Okay, be careful with your words." Ji Qingyuan followed suit, but the smile in his eyes became even more intense.

He turned sideways and changed his posture, supporting his forehead with one hand and still holding her with the other hand, holding her blushing face completely between the inches of his arms, gazing at her in a more intimate and more unavoidable posture, as if admiring his most perfect treasure.

"Then...my lady, were you well last night?" He deliberately lowered his voice, with the ending tone rising slightly, carrying a seductive ambiguity.

"Ji Qingyuan!" Yun Chu finally raised her sparkling eyes and glared at him, but in Ji Qingyuan's view, that glare was more of a shy and coquettish look than annoyance.

She saw the undisguised passion in his eyes. Although that possessiveness was not as aggressive and predatory as last night, it was more deeply embedded in his bones, transforming into a more persistent and longer-lasting protection and possession.

It was as if from now on, she was his territory and his only one.

A support entangled by certain roots.

As her eyes wandered, she accidentally caught a glimpse of an extremely fine nail scratch on the side of his smooth neck.

The traces left by last night’s passionate moments… Yun Chu’s cheeks instantly turned redder. He wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but his fingertips stopped in mid-air.

Ji Qingyuan noticed her gaze and deliberately moved closer to make the red mark clearer in front of her eyes, almost touching her forehead, and said with a smile:

"My lady taught me a lot last night... This 'calligraphy' is the most precious trophy on my road to glory, so you must keep it well." He used the word "glorious return" but he was referring to last night.

Yun Chu was so embarrassed that she simply buried her face in the quilt. Only a muffled voice could be heard: "If you keep talking nonsense, I, I will ignore you!"

Ji Qingyuan laughed out loud, his voice clear and joyful, and the satisfaction in his chest almost overflowed.

He was afraid that she would be too embarrassed, so he finally stopped teasing her. He just smiled and hugged her tightly with the quilt, as if he was holding a rare treasure that had been lost and found again. He gently rested his chin on the top of her head and rubbed it, and only sighed softly: "It's great..."

Thousands of mountains and rivers, the ups and downs of life, are finally in my arms, within reach.

The two of them hugged each other like this, snuggling quietly for a long time on the wedding bed filled with morning light.

The shyness of first marriage, the change of identity, and the sublimation of affection all quietly settle and adapt in this silent tenderness.

The birds singing outside the window are clear and melodious, and there seems to be a slight cleaning sound coming from the yard, reminding us that a new day has begun.

Finally, Yun Chuxian moved, and his voice regained some of its usual clarity, but still with a hint of laziness: "It's time... to get up." Today is the day for the bride to meet her parents-in-law, recognize her relatives and manage the household, and there can be no delay.

Ji Qingyuan was a little reluctant, but his arms had loosened some of the strength: "Yeah." He watched her lift the quilt and sit up, her long hair flowing down like ink, sliding across her smooth back.

The few new ambiguous marks on the fair skin last night were particularly conspicuous, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Ji Qingyuan's eyes deepened and he also sat up.