Xiao Yue was not sure which was more intoxicating, the wedding wine or the look that her husband gave her on their wedding night. She merely knew that the hand that touched her shared the same warmth that resulted from the fire burning in her stomach.
Long Zhao Feng carried Xiao Yue to the bed and climbed after her.
"You are so beautiful tonight," he whispered into her ear intimately before taking a bite on the reddened earlobe.
"Mmm..."
Xiao Yue pressed a hand against her lips to prevent a shameless moan from escaping her mouth. She circled an arm around Long Zhao Feng's shoulder as the latter kissed his way from her cheek to her neck.
"You are also very handsome tonight," she replied with a grin.
Long Zhao Feng's two hands worked quickly to undo the ties and pull the sash of Xiao Yue's wedding dress. At the same time, Xiao Yue also tore at Long Zhao Feng's robe, revealing a huge expanse of skin underneath.
