1742 Wedding Night 2

As Zhou Huaijin approached her, each step filled him with renewed energy and a surge of blood, intensifying his gaze.

This was the moment he had eagerly antic.i.p.ated, the culmination of his desires since the day he made up his mind. He struggled to contain his emotions, and after waiting for so long, this day had finally arrived.

She was now his wife, the queen of the country.

She belonged to herself, but she had also left an indelible mark on him.

Zhou Huaijin reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, inhaling the faint, fruity fragrance emanating from her body. She was so near, so close that he could clearly hear the rhythmic beats of her heart.

Her delicate figure nestled within his arms, resembling a timid little white rabbit.

Zhou Huaijin tightened his hold, drawing her even closer.

Startled by his sudden intensity, Gu Chaoyan let out a soft whimper. Concerned that he might inadvertently hurt the girl in his arms, Zhou Huaijin released her abruptly, his voice filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

Gu Chaoyan shook her head slightly.

Zhou Huaijin, concerned that he may have caused her discomfort, released Gu Chaoyan and checked on her carefully. “Did I hurt you in any way?”

“No, I was just shaking my head,” Gu Chaoyan replied, her tone slightly impatient.

Zhou Huaijin was taken aback and then realized that she had shaken her head, but he had failed to notice it. He realized that he had misunderstood her earlier.

A spoiled smile graced his lips.

It was a special day for her, after all, wasn’t it?

That must be the reason she had nervously shaken her head, wanting to convey something to him without saying a word.

She looked so adorable when she impatiently made that small sound. He felt incredibly fortunate to have her.

Zhou Huaijin smiled with contentment.

Gu Chaoyan was puzzled by his behavior. She couldn’t communicate with him through speech, but her eyes were trying to convey something.

Zhou Huaijin didn’t offer any explanation for his actions. He knew that she wouldn’t understand them anyway.

He closed the distance between them.

He stretched out his hands, his long fingers tracing the delicate collar of her dress. Adorned on it was a small Immortal Flower, meticulously crafted by Sword One. It was a flower that held significance, as it flourished in the gardens of Qiong Pavilion. Zhou Huaijin’s fingers grazed the intricate petals before pausing at her pristine, unblemished neck. Gu Chaoyan felt a s.h.i.+ver run through her as his touch sent a tingling sensation across her skin. Zhou Huaijin gently caressed the back of her head, silently urging her to find calmness in his presence.

His fingers trailed from her neck to the slender curve of her collarbone, where a stray strand of hair danced delicately. With tender care, he brushed the hair behind her ear, his fingertips leaving a trail of warmth against her skin. As his touch traversed her collarbone, a faint blush painted Gu Chaoyan’s fair complexion. Nervousness gripped her, but she resisted the urge to pull away, instead clutching onto his collar as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to immerse in the moment with all her senses.

Zhou Huaijin was captivated by the sight of her closing her eyes, entrusting herself to him completely. The depth of her trust touched him deeply.

Bending down, his lips softly brushed against her closed eyelids as he whispered, “I love you.”

With gentle precision, he loosened the fastenings of his attire, the bands sliding away with a delicate grace. Carefully, he laid Gu Chaoyan on the bed, his touch tender and reverent. Opening her clothing from the collar, he revealed her pure, porcelain-like skin, adorned in alluring red lingerie.

Zhou Huaijin breathed even more, which cast over Gu Chaoyan’s body, feeling slightly warmed.