Incense wafted from the jade burner, wedding candles cast their glow, the painted hall deep in spring, veiled in crimson gauze.
A cool breeze swept through the jade window, lifting the orchid-patterned canopy. Upon the wedding bed, two figures embraced, lost in a kiss.
Luo Tingshi’s kiss was exceptionally tender.
He made no hasty advances, merely holding his beloved’s soft lips to his mouth, gently licking them. His tongue traced the curve of her slightly fuller upper lip, climbing from the corner of her mouth to the peak, pressing down firmly.
Yu Zhi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her hand clutching the man’s sleeve tightening inch by inch.
Luo Tingshi patiently traced the contours of the full lips in his embrace, sometimes sucking lightly, sometimes grinding gently.
Their noses touched, each breath carrying the other’s scorching warmth.
Yu Zhi’s breathing grew slightly ragged. He parted his lips slightly, and the rich aroma of the wedding wine clung to Luo Tingshi’s teeth and lips. He extended his tongue, lightly teasing the tip of Luo Tingshi’s tongue that was licking his lip.
A soft chuckle escaped Luo Tingshi’s throat. “Getting impatient?”
As he spoke, his thin lips brushed against the joined mouths, trembling slightly and causing the person in his arms to shiver faintly.
Luo Tingshi’s eyes held amusement as his large hand cradled Yu Zhi’s nape. His tongue entered slowly and deliberately, tracing each tooth before reaching the upper palate. It caressed the sensitive spot with meticulous care, drawing an unconscious moan from the man in his arms—a sound Luo Tingshi promptly silenced with a kiss.
His tongue slowly surveyed every inch of his territory, sliding from the upper palate to the soft flesh beside it. Warm and moist, the tip lingered there, licking gently.
Yu Zhi’s hand gripping his sleeve tightened further.
Luo Tingshi meticulously attended to every part of Yu Zhi’s mouth, tenderly visiting each spot—except for…
his tongue.
During the kiss, Luo Tingshi occasionally brushed against Yu Zhi’s tongue, like a dragonfly skimming water, lingering only briefly.
Yu Zhi felt a tingling sensation from his movements and lightly tapped him with his own tongue.
Finally, the man’s tongue wrapped around his. First, it caressed and sucked gently, then stirred deeply, stirring up a soft slurping sound. Yu Zhi’s dazed eyes half-opened, a strand of silver saliva trickling from the corner of his lips, gently wiped away by Luo Tingshi.
The scent of wedding wine lingered between their lips and teeth, the wine of their wedding night seeming particularly intoxicating.
Luo Tingshi gripped Yu Zhi’s nape firmly, his thumb lightly tracing the side of Yu Zhi’s neck as the heat in his mouth grew. His movements shifted from tender to fierce and possessive, fiercely enveloping the soft tongue as if intent on swallowing it whole.
A small, animal-like whimper escaped Yu Zhi’s throat, muffled entirely by Luo Tingshi.
After a long while, he finally withdrew slowly from Yu Zhi’s mouth.
Yu Zhi’s body trembled slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for breath in short, quick bursts.
Luo Tingshi looked down at him. “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
Yu Zhi gazed up at him with round, watery eyes, shaking his head softly, his voice slightly hoarse. “It feels very good.”
Luo Tingshi’s lips curved upward as his gaze swept over Yu Zhi’s slender neck, his eyes darkening. He deliberately hooked the jade belt of his wedding robe, undoing the clasp. The “clack” of the buckle falling caught Yu Zhi’s ear, making him flinch slightly.
Like a kitten startled by the slightest sound.
Luo Ting’s smile broadened as he shed his wedding robe and inner garments, leaving only his undergarments.
Yu Zhi glanced briefly before darting his eyes away, his ears flushing crimson.
Strange.
They had been naked together countless times before, yet for some reason, this time he felt intensely nervous. Seeing the man’s well-defined muscles made his mouth go dry, his throat tightening.
The thought of what was about to happen made him feel dizzy.
Suddenly, Luo Tingshi took his right hand and placed it on his own abs. Yu Zhi flinched violently, trying to pull his hand back, but it was held firmly in place.
Yu Zhi glared at him in embarrassment and anger: “What are you doing?”
Luo Tingshi asked him with a smile: “Do you like it?”
Yu Zhi was baffled: “What?”
Luo Tingshi: “My body.”
Yu Zhi: “…”
Beneath his palm, the muscles rippled slightly. The man’s physique was undeniably beautiful—full yet not exaggerated, tightly packed over his frame, radiating raw power. He could easily lift Yu Zhi with one hand.
Yu Zhi couldn’t help but admire the smooth contours of the man before him, his eyes growing dreamy.
Luo Tingshi chuckled: “Seeing Xiao Yu like this, he must like it.”
Yu Zhi glared at him: “What’s wrong with looking at my own man?”
Luo Tingshi chuckled softly, his deep voice blending into the night: “If Xiao Yu enjoys looking, then look all you want.”
The light laughter teased Yu Zhi’s ears. He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes tracing the contours of the man’s waist and abdomen, pausing briefly over the two prominent pectoral muscles before climbing up to Luo Tingshi’s handsome face.
The gaze swept over him, Yu Zhi’s clear eyes holding undisguised love and desire.
Their eyes locked in the air for a moment. Luo Tingshi raised his hand, resting it on Yu Zhi’s waist under his slightly tense gaze.
His fingertips paused on the jade sash at Yu Zhi’s waist, tapping it lightly.
Though the finger clearly tapped the belt, an indescribable wave of weakness suddenly surged through Yu Zhi’s waist and abdomen. His body trembled involuntarily as he murmured softly, “Luo Ting…”
Luo Tingshi bent down to support Yu Zhi’s back, pulling him into his embrace. His large hand gently stroked the slender back, soothing him with a soft voice, “Don’t be afraid.”
Yu Zhi sat in Luo Tingshi’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck, his arms tightly wrapped around him.
“Xiao Yu is simply too precious to us on our wedding night, hence the nervousness and fear. Sharing the bridal chamber with your beloved should be the most joyous experience in the world. You’re too tense—you might feel uncomfortable later. Relax, don’t be so stiff. I want Xiao Yu to have a wonderful night.”
The man’s gentle voice flowed softly into Yu Zhi’s ears.
He saw her fear.
The dread in Yu Zhi’s heart suddenly melted into a pool of spring water. He lifted his head and replied softly, “I’m ready. Continue.”
Luo Tingshi made no move, holding Yu Zhi quietly. Only when the breath at his neck gradually steadied did he gently cradle Yu Zhi and lie down.
The sash was already undone. Luo Tingshi’s fingertips slipped beneath Yu Zhi’s clothing, lifting it with a light flick.
In an instant, all garments fell away one by one.
A crimson wedding robe, jet-black hair against snow-white skin.
Bathed in the glow of the room’s celebratory candles, his newlywed husband was breathtakingly beautiful. Luo Tingshi sighed, “Xiao Yu, you’re so beautiful.”
Yu Zhi’s gaze met Luo Tingshi’s, then flashed away in sudden panic. He stammered, “You… you are too.”
Luo Tingshi couldn’t help but laugh. “There’s no need for such formalities now.”
Yu Zhi turned to look at Luo Tingshi’s face and mumbled, “You’re already quite handsome.”
In front of others, Luo Tingshi’s dark eyes always held a shadow of cold ruthlessness. Even when he smiled, it was a faint, inscrutable smile that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Many dared not even meet his gaze.
To others, that handsome face resembled the visage of a demon.
Yu Zhi stared at Luo Tingshi’s face and suddenly spoke up, “Has no one ever complimented you on your looks?”
Luo Tingshi raised an eyebrow. “What? Xiao Yu wants to compliment the Emperor?”
Caught in Luo Tingshi’s gaze, Yu Zhi’s cheeks flushed crimson. Though clearly embarrassed to the extreme, he still peered into his eyes with his round, kitten-like gaze and declared firmly, “Your bearing is extraordinary, your beauty surpasses all in the capital. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. I… I like you very much.”
“Xiao Yu, you’re utterly adorable.”
Luo Tingshi laughed heartily, a rare spark of liveliness dancing in his eyes. Yu Zhi stared, mesmerized.
“Has Xiao Yu fallen for his husband’s face?”
The man’s slightly mischievous gaze met Yu Zhi’s eyes. Yu Zhi snapped back to reality and glared at him. “Are we consummating the marriage or not? You stripped me naked and left me out here to freeze. You…”
Luo Tingshi leaned down instantly, his thin lips brushing Yu Zhi’s collarbone.
Yu Zhi fell silent.
Within moments, his slightly cool body was enveloped in melting warmth.
Soft sighs escaped the orchid-patterned canopy.
…
Red candles shed tears, flower branches drooped low, and bright moonlight pooled in the courtyard like undisturbed snow.
Eunuchs and palace maids stood bowed outside the hall. At midnight, they brought in fresh water and replaced the wedding quilt.
On the dragon bed, the newlywed couple lay quietly embraced.
Luo Ting’s thin lips gently traced the curve of Yu Zhi’s rounded shoulder. Yu Zhi lay limp in his embrace, murmuring softly, “Stop kissing me. If you kiss me into a fever, I won’t be responsible.”
Luo Tingshi murmured, “On this wedding night, Your Majesty, are you satisfied?”
Yu Zhi shot him a glance. “Satisfied.”
Luo Tingshi chuckled softly. “It seems your husband has served you well.”
Yu Zhi snorted lightly. I think you should practice martial arts in the courtyard before bed from now on. Otherwise, with all that brute strength of yours with nowhere to go, you’ll just take it out on me.”
Luo Tingshi replied, “That won’t do. Your Majesty doesn’t understand—the more I practice, the more excited I get. If I really did as you suggest, then Your Majesty would never be able to get out of bed.” ”
Cradled in his arms, kissed, and stroked, the kitten soon calmed down, clinging to him with sticky affection.
Luo Tingshi embraced Yu Zhi and pondered, “Your Majesty, could you conceive again?”
Yu Zhi shook his head. “Our kind finds conception extremely difficult. It’s unlikely.”
Luo Tingshi sighed softly. “I couldn’t be with you throughout your pregnancy. It still pains me deeply.”
“The months you were with me were enough,” Yu Zhi said, tilting his head to kiss him gently, soothing him. “We won’t be apart again. You can raise our child with me.”
Luo Tingshi lowered his gaze, his expression still tinged with melancholy.
Yu Zhi felt a surge of tenderness. He suddenly flipped over and straddled Luo Tingshi’s waist, leaning down to look at him.
“I will accompany you once more.”