His burning kisses landed on her slender neck and delicate collarbone, leaving his unique marks all over her body.
Shen Lixue half-closed her eyes, her mind in turmoil. In her daze, she saw the bright light in the room and murmured, "It's... not dark yet..."
“No one dares to break in!” Dongfang Heng gently kissed Shen Lixue’s forehead and whispered tenderly.
"I...I mean...the light...is too bright..." Shen Lixue stammered, her face instantly turning red. It was the first time she had been so honest with her beloved, about to make love as husband and wife, and she didn't want the light to be too bright.
Looking at her rosy face, Dongfang Heng knew that she was young and had never experienced such things before. She was shy and bashful. With a slight smile in his eyes, he flicked his finger, and the bright red curtains detached from the silver hooks and slowly closed, covering the bed full of enchanting spring light.
It was still early, and red candles were burning inside. The curtains were drawn, and the dim light only fueled the imagination. Shen Lixue's chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. The bright red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water covered her beautiful breasts, but it only aroused Dongfang Heng's senses even more.
Her jade-like fingers traced her delicate skin, slowly moving to her soft back. She gently untied the straps of her bodice, feeling a cool sensation on her chest. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her small hands instinctively gripped the brocade quilt beneath her.
A beautiful body, exuding the fragrance of a young girl, bloomed before him. Dongfang Heng's dark eyes instantly became unfathomable. His slender body felt her stiffness and slight trembling. He suppressed the surging desire within him, gently kissed her eyelids, and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I will be very careful!"
"I know!" Shen Lixue nodded, her tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes betraying her nervousness.
Dongfang Heng smiled slightly, his burning kiss becoming even gentler, his tender words constantly soothing Shen Lixue's tense nerves slowly relaxing, her soft body gradually softening like a pool of spring water, her red lips parting slightly, subconsciously murmuring: "Dongfang Heng!"
"Why are you still calling me Dongfang Heng?" Dongfang Heng's sharp eyes flashed with displeasure as he bit her lip hard as if punishing her.
"Heng!" Shen Lixue's dreamy eyes were filled with moisture, and her long eyelashes were slightly curled up like a small fan, making her pretty and cute.
Dongfang Heng's gaze deepened, his thin lips parted her fragrant lips, savoring them and slowly tracing their shape. Seeing that she was completely relaxed, his gaze suddenly turned serious.
A sudden, excruciating pain jolted Shen Lixue awake. Before she could even cry out, Dongfang Heng's lips were captured tightly, swallowing her screams. Her eyes welled up slightly, and her long eyelashes were damp with tears...
She looked up at Dongfang Heng and saw that his forehead was covered with sweat. His jade-like fingers gently stroked her beautiful face, and his eyes showed a rare anxiety: "Are you alright?"
Who said a woman's first pain is nothing to worry about? He saw that Shen Lixue's face was turning pale with pain.
"It's alright!" Shen Lixue smiled slightly, slowly reaching out to hug Dongfang Heng tightly, leaning against his burning body to ease the pain.
The intimate gestures were nothing short of a silent invitation to Dongfang Heng. His heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, gradually calmed down, and he softened his movements, truly becoming one with her.
With their bodies facing each other honestly, Shen Lixue felt Dongfang Heng's weight on her burning skin and his scorching breath on her neck. She frowned tightly: Why does it hurt so much?
Could it be because this body is still too young? At fifteen, one would be a carefree student in modern times, but in ancient times, one could actually get married and have children.
"Don't get distracted!" Dongfang Heng lowered his head and kissed those two fragrant and soft cherry lips that he couldn't resist. On their wedding night, every moment was precious. How could they be distracted while dancing together?
Shen Lixue's face flushed, her eyes glazed over, as she passionately entwined with Dongfang Heng, her pain mixed with sweetness. Gradually, the pain subsided, replaced by a strange sensation, like soaring through the clouds, flying freely, feeling both alive and dead, both ecstatic and wild...
On the high table, red candles flickered and shone brightly; within the crimson curtains, endless beauty and boundless spring colors unfolded…
After their passionate encounter, Shen Lixue was exhausted. She closed her eyes and lay there wearily, not wanting to move at all. A blush appeared on her beautiful face, and her jade-like arms were now white and smooth, the dark red cinnabar mark gone, signaling that she had bid farewell to her girlhood and become someone else's wife.
"Does it still hurt?" Dongfang Heng gently kissed Shen Lixue's sweet lips, his jade-like fingers lightly stroking her slightly furrowed brows and slowly smoothing them away.
"It's alright!" Shen Lixue was exhausted, sleepy, and in pain, so she didn't have the energy to talk much. She closed her eyes slightly, leaned close to Dongfang Heng, and prepared to fall asleep.
Suddenly, she felt a chill, the thin blanket was pulled away, and she felt light as she was lifted up in a horizontal embrace.
Shen Lixue was startled and suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Dongfang Heng with confusion: "What are you doing?"
"I've heard that hot water can relieve pain!" Whether it was Shen Lixue's imagination or not, when Dongfang Heng said this, a barely perceptible blush appeared on his handsome face as he carried her and strode behind the screen.
Soaking in the warm water, her blood flowed rapidly, and Shen Lixue felt completely relaxed. Her eyes were slightly closed, and a sigh escaped her lips as her consciousness gradually faded.
As she drifted off to sleep, the unique scent of pine resin emanating from Dongfang Heng enveloped her. Feeling the soft brocade mattress beneath her, she drifted off to sleep peacefully, her brows gradually relaxing.
Dongfang Heng lay on his side on the bed, looking at Shen Lixue sleeping in his arms. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes were long and curled, and her peaceful and serene sleeping face was so beautiful that one couldn't bear to defile her. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly lowered his head to place a light kiss on her forehead. He hugged the beauty tightly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
As the morning clouds dispersed and the thin mist dissipated, golden rays shone upon the earth. On the high table in the new house, red candles were still burning, their warm light filtering through the latticed windows into the room, creating a bright and cozy atmosphere.
Warm breaths sprayed on her face, and Shen Lixue slowly woke up. She opened her tired eyelids and saw a bright red curtain. She blinked and remembered that she was not only the princess of the Zhanwang Mansion, but also the princess consort of the Anjun Mansion of the Shengwang Mansion.
His strong arms held her tightly, her waist aching and sore. The crazy scenes of last night flashed through her mind, and even this open-minded modern woman couldn't help but blush slightly.
"Awake?" Dongfang Heng's gentle voice came from above her head, and a light kiss landed on her forehead.
Shen Lixue's beautiful face flushed even more. She nodded gently and coughed a few times unnaturally: "What time is it?"
"It's past 9:00-11:00 AM!" Dongfang Heng's warm breath sprayed onto her hair.
Shen Lixue was startled: "It's so late, why didn't you wake me up!" On the first day of her marriage, the bride overslept and got up late. If word got out, she would definitely be laughed at.
She tried to sit up, but Dongfang Heng held her tightly, preventing her from moving an inch: "You were very tired last night. It's not too late to get up after you've rested enough. Grandpa is broad-minded and won't mind!"
He didn't tell Shen Lixue that yesterday the old prince had called him over and repeatedly instructed him to work hard so that he could hold his great-grandson as soon as possible. He said that the old prince would not only not blame them for getting up late, but would also be happy.
Shen Lixue's face instantly turned red: "We still need to serve tea, we can't rest anymore!" Although the Holy Prince and Holy Princess have passed away, the old prince is still alive, and the proper etiquette cannot be omitted.
“Then let’s get up!” Shen Lixue insisted, and Dongfang Heng did not stop her. He got out of bed, grabbed the clothes he had prepared, and put them on in a few quick and skillful movements.
Knowing that Dongfang Heng had grown up in the military and always dressed himself, Shen Lixue was not surprised. However, ancient clothes were very complicated to put on, and it would take her a long time to dress by herself. Just as she was about to call Qiuhe and Yanyue to come in and help, Dongfang Heng walked up to her, his jade-like fingers picking at the buttons, and quickly fastened them one by one.
Shen Lixue looked up at Dongfang Heng. His sword-like eyebrows were as black as ink, slanting upwards to his temples. His nose was high and straight, and his eyes were as deep as pools. His face was like a piece of white jade, and his snow-white face made the world pale in comparison. She couldn't help but secretly admire him. He was truly the most perfect masterpiece of heaven.
"Are you looking at me?" Dongfang Heng suddenly lowered his head, a faint smile in his sharp eyes. Shen Lixue couldn't dodge in time and was caught red-handed.
"No!" Shen Lixue hurriedly averted her gaze, the lingering blush spreading across her cheeks again. Her eyes darted around as she strode towards the bright mirror: "I'm checking if this dress fits!"
In the bronze mirror, Shen Lixue's face was fair and her cheeks rosy, her eyes filled with affection. Every movement she made exuded an elegant charm. Shen Lixue was suddenly startled, her small hand touching her face. Was this her? She looked exactly the same as before, only her aura...
Dongfang Heng stepped forward, gently embraced Shen Lixue, rested his smooth chin on her shoulder, looked at the perfect couple in the mirror, and smiled, "You are now the Princess Consort of Anjun!"
Shen Lixue raised an eyebrow, examining herself in the mirror. She had shed her girlish naiveté and possessed an indescribable elegance. Was this the difference between a woman and a girl?