Chapter 95 Wedding Night (1/2)

The sticky atmosphere in the room was completely ignited by Yan Yu's words.

"The wedding night."

These two words seemed not to have come from his mouth, but rather were branded directly onto Ruan Tang's heart, burning her soul.

boom--

A surge of scalding heat rushed to her head, and her mind went completely blank.

The masculine scent filled the air.

It was no longer the comforting scent of soapberry, but a pungent, aggressive smell, as if it had been exposed to the scorching sun, domineering and unreasonable, threatening to devour every inch of her soul.

Before Ruan Tang could even react, her body suddenly felt light, and her feet instantly left the ground.

He had already lifted the person up horizontally in his arms.

Those two arms were as hard as iron bars, one wrapped around her waist and the other around her knees, so steady that it made her feel flustered and confused.

"ah!"

Ruan Tang gasped in fright, instinctively gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, her fingertips digging into the stiff fabric of his shirt.

Yan Yu carried her and took only three big steps to enter the bedroom.

On the kang (heated brick bed), a large, dazzlingly red quilt had been laid out, embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in gold thread—the finest material available from the supply and marketing cooperative.

The blinding red caused Ruan Tang's pupils to shrink abruptly.

The thought of "when did she change into this?" had barely crossed her mind when Yan Yu gave her no time to think about it.

He held her in his arms, and the two of them crashed heavily into that festive and soft sea of ​​red.

The thick quilt sank in with a "whoosh," wrapping the two people up tightly.

The next second, the light of day was completely blocked.

Yan Yu rolled over and pressed down on him. His tall shadow swallowed all the dim light, and the room instantly became so dark that only their heavy breathing could be heard.

Only his eyes remained, shining like two eerie will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, staring intently at her.

Ruan Tang's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She was so nervous that her toes curled up tightly.

In the darkness, her large, watery almond-shaped eyes resembled those of a fawn cornered in a desperate situation, gazing at him with wetness, filled with fear, yet mixed with a trace of unspoken dependence that she herself was unaware of.

The man remained silent.

He suddenly lowered his head, and his burning lips, with a forceful intensity, fiercely pressed against mine.

This is not a kiss.

It was plunder.

It is a declaration.

He was like a ferocious beast that had starved for generations in the apocalypse, finally finding the only food in the world, and filled with madness and despair to devour her whole.

He roughly pried open her teeth, barking and robbing her of all air and thought.

Ruan Tang was so overwhelmed by his kisses that her mind was buzzing and her whole body was as soft as spring water. She could only cling to him helplessly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Men's hands are even more restless.

That large, calloused hand, burning hot like a branding iron, traveled upwards from her slender ankle.

Wherever it touched, her skin felt like it was being electrified, sending waves of uncontrollable tremors through her.

Her skirt was lifted, and the chill of the night air startled her, causing her to flinch.

His kiss moved away from her lips, which were swollen and numb from being sucked, and followed down her delicate chin to her fair, slender, and tender neck.

Each bite, with its biting force, leaves a dark red mark, a testament to sovereignty.

Ruan Tang felt like she was about to melt from his heat.

The man was incredibly hot; even through the thin fabric of his clothes, his heat burned her skin.

She could clearly feel every inch of his taut muscles, and the wildly beating heart in his chest, which made her limbs go numb.

Just when she thought she was really going to be eaten by him—

"grumble--!"