Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 496 Koi Little Lucky Star 25

The noisy music and singing at the wedding banquet gradually subsided, the night sky became darker and the dew became heavier outside the window, and only the pairs of red lanterns in the corridor were swaying with warm light.

In the new house, red candles with dragon and phoenix patterns were burning high, and the candle wax was winding down like solidified honey, emitting a sweet and warm fragrance in the silence.

On the red quilt embroidered with gold, the scattered "dates and osmanthus seeds" sparkled with auspicious luster, and the paper-cut pair of lotus flowers on the window frame seemed to be gently stretching their waists in the candlelight.

Ji Qingyuan closed the carved partition door with his own hands. The heavy nanmu wood made a slight "click" sound, completely isolating the noise from the outside world.

Silence suddenly fell in the room, with only the candlelight flickering and making slight crackling sounds.

He turned around, his back facing the dancing candlelight. His tall figure cast a long shadow behind him, almost completely covering Yun Chu, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and sitting on the edge of the bed.

The calm demeanor and dignity of the third place winner in the imperial examination in front of others during the day are now reflected in this private world that belongs only to the two of them.

Just like a crack appeared on the frozen lake surface, a kind of long-dormant wolf-like heat and dark aura was quietly spreading.

He walked slowly towards Yun Chu, the gold and green bamboo patterns on his bright red wedding robe flickering faintly in the candlelight, and every step he took touched Yun Chu's heart.

His eyes were no longer as clear and bright as they were in the classroom, nor as gentle and warm as they were in front of relatives and friends. Instead, they became deep, sticky, and filled with a burning inquiry, locked heavily on her, as if he wanted to peel off the complicated wedding dress layer by layer, reaching the softest soul inside.

His fingertips were slightly cool and had thin calluses (the mark left by years of hard study), but he reached out to her ear with extraordinary precision.

He was not in a hurry to lift the veil, but very slowly and almost jokingly, he gently twisted the hanging tassel with his fingertips.

The dense gold beads collided, making a very slight tinkling sound like a whisper.

"Sister, you are so composed." His warm breath brushed against her forehead through the veil, his voice as deep as fine wine, with a barely perceptible hoarseness. "Even with such a noisy scene that disturbs my sleep, you still sit still like a mountain."

The long-lost and deliberate "sister" was now given a completely different, provocative and ambiguous meaning, as if it had been turning around on the tip of the tongue for thousands of times before slowly rolling down.

Yun Chu's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and her cheeks beneath the veil had already flushed red. She steadied her breathing and curled her fingers slightly under the wide sleeves of her robe.

She could feel that the man in front of her, who had shed his youthfulness and was now covered in glory, was eager to completely destroy the identity of his "little brother" who had looked up to her for many years and reshape the intimate territory that belonged to her as a husband.

He was no longer the young man who needed her care and protection, but had grown into a hunter who was well versed in plundering skills, and she was his only prey that he was determined to catch.

Finally, the red veil was gently lifted. The candlelight suddenly flooded into her eyes. Yun Chu narrowed her eyes slightly and looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

There was a flickering reflection of the candlelight in Ji Qingyuan's eyes, and a turbulent undercurrent was surging.

He gazed at her face beneath her gorgeous attire. The amazement and desire that were suppressed by etiquette during the day were now no longer concealed.

His gaze was like a warm paintbrush, carefully depicting her carefully drawn eyebrows, watery and shy eyes, and lips slightly pursed due to nervousness, and finally fell on the white jade and bamboo hairpin hidden among the phoenix crown, pearls and jade - that was the deep obsession he had buried since he was a naive boy.

"Is it sinking?" Instead of praising her beauty, he asked an unexpected question.

His eyes swept over the heavy phoenix crown inlaid with pearls and gems, with a clear and caring concern that belonged to the "controller".

Without waiting for Yun Chu to answer, he leaned forward and his breath blended with hers.

The slender fingers deftly passed through the intricate hairpins and rings, and with great familiarity, as if they had practiced countless times, they gently but irresistibly began to remove the restraints for her.

This action itself carries a strong sense of intimacy and possessiveness.

The pearl hairpins and jade bracelets were taken off one by one and placed on the dressing table beside her, making a crisp sound.

Every time his fingertips accidentally brushed against her neck, earlobe, or cheek, it caused a slight shudder.

Ji Qingyuan's expression was focused to the point of being pious, and his movements were filled with an unmistakable sense of control, as if he was announcing that the time had finally come for him to personally open the box of a treasure he had treasured for many years.

When the last hairpin that fixed the phoenix corona was taken off, and the heavy corona left her head, Yun Chu suddenly felt relaxed. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, hanging down her shoulders and waist, with a faint fragrance.

The hair brushed against the back of Ji Qingyuan's hand, bringing a slightly itchy touch. He picked up a strand and wrapped it around his fingertips, his eyes heavy with a deep infatuation and strong possessiveness.

Then, his hand reached out for the only white jade bamboo hairpin that traversed their entire past - the token with hair and gold threads wrapped around the bamboo root, which carried the young man's thoughts and witnessed their hardships together.

No longer cautiously, but with a certain declarative force, he pulled it out slowly.

The black hair lost its last hold and fell down more and more smoothly. Ji Qingyuan held the warm jade hairpin, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the tightly entwined golden threads and hair that were no longer distinguishable from each other (he later secretly mixed his own hair into the entwining).

Under the candlelight, the hairpin exudes a restrained luster, and the twin bamboo nodes seem to come alive in the firelight.

"Married as husband and wife..." He recited softly, his voice hoarse, and his breath brushed Yun Chu's ears, causing a slight shudder.

Complex emotions were surging in those deep eyes - there was the relief of a long-cherished wish being fulfilled, the burning joy of finally "clearing his name", and the unconcealable dangerous excitement of the "sly little wolfdog" who was about to feast on something, and the strong and insoluble possessive desire.

He leaned down, put his arms around her shoulders and neck, and gently but firmly tied up a strand of her hair.

This time it is no longer a simple fixation, but like a solemn ceremony.

He held the jade hairpin and very slowly and with unquestionable strength, inserted it into the bun he had just tied.

"We love each other without a doubt." The second half of the sentence finally fell, but his eyes did not leave her flushed cheeks and slightly trembling eyelashes in the mirror.

"From now on," Ji Qingyuan's breath approached again, his lips almost touching her sensitive earlobe.

With a burning promise and a hint of strength that could not be refused, he spoke word by word, "Your hairpin, your body, your heart... Only I can bind them, caress them, hide them, and protect them."

"All your roots will be entangled with me until death." He closed his arms, tightly confining Yun Chu between his arms and the bronze mirror, as if to brand her with a mark that belonged only to him.

The last sentence, "until death do us part," carries with it a paranoid and fiery possessive desire that has fermented from teenage love.