His lips lingered at her earlobe as he insisted, “No matter who is in your heart, I won’t let you go. You can only be mine.”
He had once thought that in time, letting her go might be possible. Later, he wanted to spoil her until she forgot Sui Huan.
But now, he thought, no matter who was in her heart, he just wanted to keep her and never let go.
“I won’t go. There’s no one else in my heart,” Ruan Ning hugged him tightly. “Only A Mo.”
Yan Xuan kissed her joyfully. Ruan Ning responded passionately. They clung to each other until they fell onto the large, soft bed, clothes carelessly thrown aside, finally bare, facing each other.
Ruan Ning buried her face in Yan Xuan’s chest, her burning cheeks against his hot skin. Yan Xuan hesitated, unsure whether to proceed.
Then Ruan Ning wrapped her long arms around his neck, her gaze blurry, her voice hoarse: “Don’t you want me…?” She kissed him actively.
Yan Xuan no longer hesitated, responding to her desire. She cried out in pain, but he comforted her with gentle kisses. This unprecedented experience made them feel as if they were above the clouds. Yan Xuan explored carefully, wanting to give her a more beautiful experience.
After a long time, painful whimpers turned into soft moans. Ruan Ning clung to him, leaving scratches on his back in her confusion.
She didn’t know what else she wanted, only able to cling to him, allowing him to lead her into endless madness.
The nanny smiled silently, relieved that as long as another child was born, the princess would be established in the inner palace.
More than an hour later, Ruan Ning was carried back by Yan Xuan, her fingers too weak to move. Her thin waist bore his fingerprints, her knees bruised from the pool’s edge, marked by him. Yan Xuan’s breath was unsteady; had she not begged for mercy, he wouldn’t have stopped.
The bedchamber’s white candles were replaced with red ones, and the decor was transformed into bright red. A pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles stood on the table, glowing warmly. Ruan Ning looked at Yan Xuan in surprise. His eyes shone with childlike mischief as he whispered, “Making up for our wedding toast.”
