"Okay, then hurry up and come back quickly," Wushuang replied casually, completely unaware of what she had actually said.
"Where to? And where to go back to?" Chu Yao asked with a smile.
Wushuang stared with innocent eyes, unable to react for a long time. For some reason, she suddenly felt wronged, pouting and looking like she was about to cry.
"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore," Chu Yao quickly reassured her. "I still have to go to the front yard to offer toasts. You should wash up first and wash the flour off your face properly."
He said he wouldn't tease Wushuang, but his actions showed he wouldn't let her off the hook. He ran his fingers across Wushuang's cheek and then brought his powdered fingertips to her eyes.
As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid. Without even offering a defense, Wushuang grabbed the large red pillow beside her and threw it at him.
"Hey, hey, hey, she murdered her husband right after the wedding ceremony, is there no law anymore?" Chu Yao said while dodging.
"I hate you!" Wushuang snapped, "I don't want you, I want my mother!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Yao knew she was completely drunk.
"My mother-in-law isn't home," he coaxed. "How about I stay with you?"
"I already said I don't want you anymore!" Wushuang protested, kicking her little feet. "You jerk!"
"Then let Qiqiao come in, okay?" Chu Yao asked again.
Wushuang puffed out her cheeks and pondered for a long time before slowly nodding.
After Chu Yao left, Wu Shuang removed her makeup with the help of Qi Qiao and Chao Hua, and then went to the bathroom to wash her hair and take a bath. After the comfort of removing her phoenix crown and wedding dress, and being steamed by the heat, she was almost half asleep when she returned to her bedroom.
She closed her eyes, lay down on the soft, fluffy bed, stretched out her limbs into a starfish shape, and relaxed completely, ready to have a good sleep.
However, being in a new place, she wasn't used to it, and although she was exhausted, she couldn't sleep soundly. In a daze, she felt someone lie down beside her. Startled, Wushuang woke up completely, opened her eyes, and saw it was Chu Yao.
He had obviously washed up; his hair was down, and he was wearing only a thin pair of white underpants, without a shirt, brazenly exposing his chest.
Even if you have a nice chest, you shouldn't always show it off to others. Do you have a chest-exposing fetish?
Wu Shuang yawned, lost in thought, when Chu Yao suddenly reached out and hugged her.
"What are you doing?" Wushuang quickly pushed him away.
Chu Yao frowned and said, "I should be asking you what you want to do. You've already kissed, but now you won't let me hug you. What kind of logic is that?"
“Getting married is getting married, and it’s not the same thing,” Wushuang argued earnestly.
"How can it not be the same thing?" Hugging and cuddling is a great perk of being a husband, and Chu Yao was determined not to give up enjoying it, so he directly pulled Wushuang into his arms and held her tightly.
Wushuang's small face was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat. She stared blankly for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she felt her face burning hot. Unfortunately, no matter how she struggled, she could not break free from Chu Yao's clutches.
She was both angry and annoyed, and shouted, "Chu Yao, don't go too far! You're breaking your promise on the very first day!"
"What promise?" Chu Yao asked.
Look, look, they're not even acknowledging the agreement between the two parties.
"Mother was right," Wushuang thought to herself, giving her mother a thumbs-up.
"We agreed not to consummate the marriage!" Wushuang emphasized loudly, believing that her parents were doing it entirely for her own good.
"A hug means consummating the marriage?" Chu Yao asked again. "Didn't you see the Fire Avoidance Diagram? That's what it says. If you don't understand, I can teach you myself."
This person definitely has ill intentions!
Wushuang perked up her ears warily: "Since we're not consummating our marriage, you should naturally sleep in the room next door."
Chu Yao laughed loudly: "Who taught you this twisted logic?"
No one taught him this; Wushuang came up with it all on his own.
In her understanding, only consummating the marriage constitutes a true marriage, and only true couples share the same bed. Conversely, not consummating the marriage means they are not a real couple, and of course, fake couples don't sleep together.
To put it more succinctly, it can be understood that she was officially married, but in reality, she simply moved her residence from Furong Lane in the Runan Marquis's mansion to Yuanxiang Hall in the Ying Prince's mansion, with everything inside remaining unchanged.
"How is that a fallacy?" Wushuang was very unhappy to be ridiculed, and she pouted as she explained the reasoning she had come up with to Chu Yao.
To everyone's surprise, Chu Yao laughed even harder.
"That's not how it is at all. Now that you've married me, I can do whatever I want with you." He said, pecking Wushuang's small lips, then moving down to gently suckle her snow-white neck, his large hand even slipping inside her clothes. "Whether or not we consummate our marriage is just a matter of whether or not we take the final step."
Wushuang, who had been pushing him with all her might, immediately covered her ears upon hearing such explicit and vulgar words.
Chu Yao's offensive continued relentlessly, and Wu Shuang eventually lost track of how she fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt exhausted all over and couldn't even lift my eyelids.
She stretched and tried to turn over, but her waist was constricted and she couldn't move. When she opened her eyes, she saw Chu Yao's handsome face right in front of her.
"Good morning." He smiled and leaned in to kiss Wushuang's forehead, then nibbled at her lips as he moved down her nose.
"That won't do..." Wushuang turned her face to the side, "I haven't washed up yet!"
Even a fake wedding night is still a wedding night. Chu Yao was in a good mood and was naturally very easy to talk to. So, following Wu Shuang's wishes, he stopped violating her little mouth and instead explored other places until he repeated everything he had done the night before, finally satisfying her.
He lay down lazily, crossing one leg over the other, while still keeping his arm around Wushuang: "Are you tired? Let's sleep a little longer."
What's the use of being considerate now? No matter how much she begged for mercy, he wouldn't budge.
Wushuang, pouting, turned her back to him, but then suddenly remembered something: "A new bride can sleep in, she has to get up early..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yao chuckled, "They get up early to greet their parents-in-law and serve tea to the daughter-in-law. We don't have any elders in our household, so you're not going to serve tea to that little girl Wanwan. Don't worry, even if you wanted to, she couldn't accept it. She was exhausted yesterday, and she's probably still in bed." Then he changed the subject, "If you don't want to sleep, we can... um?"