An elder from the Wan Sword Sect looked at him with a hint of amusement, "Head Ji, you and Island Master Qu are betting on the day after the ceremony, how could you not lose?"
Jiu Yuexiu remembered his brother Xuanxu; today, they both were just losing gamblers.
Qu Feiqing raised her eyes to the sky, a hint of tears flashing in her eyes, "Isn't it hard to restrain oneself when the heart is filled with longing?"
"I think we can have another round of betting."
Zheng Weiqi chuckled, "Like 'what will Pei Ji and Ningning's child be named.'"
Meng Jue leisurely took a sip of wine, sitting beside Qiu Baishuang.
The eldest senior brother was once sold a painting in Luancheng and taken in, gradually becoming familiar with the whole family. Even after regaining consciousness, he often went to their home.
This man always feared trouble, but this time, he voluntarily helped rebuild the slums in Luancheng and built a courtyard for homeless children.
Meng Jue was the first to speak, "Pei Qianan."
"Pei Qianan, Pei Qianan, when two hearts are together, isn't it just about losing money?"
Su Qinghan gave him a disdainful look, "Why not just call him Pei Ben'er, more down-to-earth."
Xu Ye shivered with fear, afraid that Sister would name their future children things like "Xu Xuru Sheng" or "Xu Ge Yuan."
"I have an idea!"
He Zhiping excitedly raised his hand, "Pei Gen sounds great!"
Thinking of the bacon pizza they had in the 21st century, He Zhiping and the White Dragon beside him both looked longingly, exclaiming together.
Wen Hemian took a sip of aged wine, feeling a bit tipsy, unable to hear their words clearly. Seeing the harmonious atmosphere, he breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile on his lips.
The disciples' atmosphere was so harmonious; they were indeed the rising stars of the next generation, ensuring that the cultivation world would flourish.
After many days of recuperation, the Elder Jiangxing finally restored his sea of consciousness and regained his former spiritual power. Unable to hold his liquor, he soon got up from his seat and wanted to sober up in a quiet place.
Unexpectedly, not far from where he left, just by the peach forest wall, he suddenly heard a male voice from the other side of the high wall.
It was the voice of the Young City Lord Jiang, sounding suppressed and somewhat aggrieved, "You've been talking to Meng Jue all this time and ignoring me."
There was a moment of stillness in the air.
Zheng Weiqi smiled and teased, "What, is the Young City Lord jealous?"
"Jealous—I could never be jealous!"
The Young City Lord Jiang said fiercely, "Woman, you've angered me, I will punish you."
Wen Hemian thought he looked fierce and terrifying, like a fierce beast, but Zheng Weiqi just remained silent for a moment.
Zheng Weiqi said, "Oh."
The man sneered, his voice becoming husky and almost flirtatious, "You are destined to be... eaten by me."
After this embarrassing line was spoken, there was a muffled sound, and something was pressed against the wall with a bang.
The wall shook and collapsed, followed by an even louder noise—
Since the popularity of the Notes, many disciples had confessed or kissed by supporting that wall. The condensed spiritual force, pushed by Jiang Si, uncontrollably collapsed!
What did the wall do wrong, and what did Wen Hemian do wrong?
When he looked up, he saw the Young City Lord holding up the collapsing wall, biting on Zheng Weiqi's fair cheek, his face full of disbelief, embarrassment, and heartache, as he locked eyes with the Elder Jiangxing who appeared inexplicably on the other side of the wall.
Wen Hemian made a decision, slipped away expressionlessly.
Zheng Weiqi...
Zheng Weiqi said, "Is this what you mean by 'eating me'?"
Jiang Si held onto her face, not daring to bite or move.
The male lead in the Notes loved to say this line, making the female protagonist blush every time he did.
He had wanted to imitate it for a long time, but every time he said it, the scene transitioned to the next day, leaving him confused about what was skipped.
After pondering for a while, he thought he should eat her lips, commonly known as kissing.
But he felt embarrassed, and confusedly ended up biting Zheng Weiqi's face, as if eating a white jade ball.
The female cultivator close by chuckled.
Before he could react, Zheng Weiqi suddenly broke free. Instead of backing away, she tilted her head up, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down.
Her eyes were intense, leaving Jiang Si at a loss for words he had prepared for her, blushing, he could only mumble, "What are you going to do? You may have me physically, but you can't have my heart—I am a decent person!"
"Young City Lord, 'eating' is not like this."
Raising an eyebrow and curling her lips, a poisonous smile appeared on Zheng Weiqi's face, "...You're learning now, I'll teach you."
As he was forced to lower his head, Jiang Si's mind went blank.
The scent of peaches and wine filled his nose and lips.
After the guests dispersed in the night, Ningning and Pei Ji returned to their room. Initially, they didn't feel it while interacting with everyone, but now that they were alone, they couldn't help but feel a hint of unbearable awkwardness.
Although they were inexperienced in intimate matters, they were not ignorant children and were well aware of what was about to happen.
"You..."
"I..."
In a moment of silence, two voices sounded simultaneously. With just one glance from Pei Ji, her ears turned red. "You speak."
"Our clothes..."
As this question was asked directly, Ningning felt uneasy and her voice grew softer. "Do we... take them off directly?"
No, no, what kind of idiotic question is this?
Ningning regretted it instantly, wanting to swallow back those words, then hammer her own head.
Pei Ji was startled by her response and came to a stop.
The nervousness in her eyes was unmistakable, and he understood Ningning's confusion and panic. In a deep voice, he replied, "I'll help you."
Seemingly taken aback by this answer, the young girl widened her eyes in surprise but obediently sat at the edge of the bed, taking off her hair ornaments, kicking off her shoes and socks, then lifting her gaze to meet his.
It was a pose of waiting.
As Pei Ji approached step by step, his footsteps seemed to weigh heavily on her heart.
In the cold and dark night, the slender fingers of the young man fell on the front of the ceremonial robe. The wedding attire was a dark red, with auspicious clouds swirling, and his skin was a striking pale that could not be ignored, every movement exceptionally clear.
With a decisive resolve to cleanse himself, the blush and powder between his brows vanished soundlessly.
Having meticulously freshened up before the ceremony and surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and wine during the banquet, now the sweet scents entwined with each other, complemented by the lingering fragrance of incense in the room, creating a dizzying and enchanting atmosphere.
Pei Ji's movements were awkward, but he was patient enough.
When they first met, Ningning never would have imagined that this usually cold and indifferent young swordsman would one day lean down and slowly help her remove her wedding attire piece by piece.
The dark red layers descended, revealing the innermost snowy white garment, slightly loosened due to Pei Ji's previous movements.
One side of delicate bones was exposed in the candlelight, following the subtle rise and fall of her long breath. The smooth and slender lines flowed from her neck to her shoulders, further down revealing the curves beneath the white garment.
His gaze felt like it was touching fire, and he hastily lowered his head.
"I..."
Pei Ji's breath became erratic, suddenly retracting his hand and hastily pulling off his own clothes. "Let me go first."
The shyness and hesitation in Ningning's heart disappeared when she saw his actions, unable to hold back, she chuckled.
"Come sit here."
She had a teasing thought and patted the bed beside her, smiling at Pei Ji. "I'll help you."
Simple words, like creeping vines, bound him in an instant, willingly following her lead step by step.
The person sitting on the edge of the bed became two.
The wedding attire was complex and intricate, and Ningning already had little knowledge of men's clothing. Now, she was even more confused and frowned silently.
