The girl sat obediently by the table, still clad in her crimson wedding robes. Beneath the glazed phoenix crown, her peach-blossom face appeared even more vivid and enchanting, flushed with a delicate rosy hue.
Her Peach Blossom Eyes shimmered with a misty, watery glow, the corners slightly upturned and tinged with a bashful pink. Her pearly teeth gently nibbled on her soft, rosy lips, biting the tender bud of her mouth until it blushed a deep crimson, like fresh blood.
It stirred a fierce desire in one to ravage those delicate lips, to taste that tiny bud, and savor every sweetness within her mouth.
Zhe He approached Tang Li, set down the tray, and lifted her chin with his fingers. His thumb gently caressed her skin as he called out in a tender, lingering whisper, “Mian Mian, you’re so beautiful.”
“Ma-Master, you’re also very handsome,” Tang Li stammered, her palms sweating from nervousness. Her eyes reflected the image of her stunning master.
The usually aloof man, now dressed in vibrant red wedding robes, seemed to breathe life and color into his moonlike countenance. The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye seemed to draw Tang Li’s very soul into its depths.
As if enchanted, the girl reached out and gently touched it, her slender, onion-like fingertip brushing against the mole. Zhe He tilted his head slightly, nuzzling into her palm, and chuckled softly. “Is Mian Mian nervous?”
Tang Li snatched her hand back, hiding it behind her, her ears flushing with embarrassment. Her entire body grew warm as she stubbornly shook her head. “N-No, not at all.”
“Drink the Nuptial wine, and you won’t feel nervous anymore. Don’t be afraid,” Zhe He said, handing her the wine cup.
“But Mian Mian doesn’t know how to drink,” Tang Li replied, holding the cup and gazing innocently at the man.
Zhe He sat down in front of her, took her wrist, and guided her on how to drink. “It’s sweet. Would you like to try, Mian Mian?”
Together, they drank the Nuptial wine.
The girl’s rosy lips glistened with a layer of moisture from the wine, like syrup drizzled over honeyed fruit. One could almost taste the sweetness just by looking.
Suppressing the urge to lick the moisture away, Zhe He took her hand and led her to the bed.
In the system space, 78 was fuming, bombarding headquarters with frantic messages.
Hurry up! What’s taking so long? She’s about to be devoured!
The phoenix crown was gently removed and set aside.
The red sash slipped from between them and fell to the floor.
The outer robe hung loosely open, draped over their arms.
“Mian Mian, help Master take this off, won’t you?” Zhe He coaxed in a husky voice.
Tang Li had grown accustomed to sleeping in his embrace by now and assumed it was time to rest. Obediently, she stood on her tiptoes and helped him remove the outer robe.
His tall, slender frame was revealed, his jade-like skin glowing with a soft sheen. Tang Li couldn’t tear her eyes away.
“Let me help Mian Mian,” Zhe He murmured, lowering his lashes as he reached out to gently undo the buttons at the collar of her dress.
One, two…
Just as he was about to part her robes, the Illusion trembled. A gust of wind seemed to sweep through, scattering the Illusion like dust.
78 urgently called out to Tang Li, [Little Lychee! Little Lychee, wake up!]
In a matter of seconds, the girl’s expression shifted rapidly. She gasped sharply, her eyes widening in shock as she looked up at Zhe He.
Sensing something amiss, the man asked, “Mian Mian?”
Tang Li pushed his hand away, clutching her robes tightly as she stumbled back a few steps. Breathing heavily, she stammered in confusion, “Ma-Master! You… I… How could you—”
The girl was at a loss for words.
Zhe He’s expression hardened as he scanned their surroundings. “Wait for me,” he said curtly before swiftly flying off.
Someone had broken his Illusion from the outside, and he hadn’t even noticed?!
The moment he left, Tang Li’s legs nearly gave way. She took several deep breaths and hurriedly straightened her clothes. “Qi Qi, what’s going on?!”
78 relayed everything Zhe He had done. [He’s a venomous beauty! You must stay alert!]
[His actions are nowhere near as honorable as Si Du’s!]
Tang Li couldn’t believe that Zhe He had actually cast an illusion and used incense to confuse her mind. “What should I do, I…”
She panicked.
Upon seeing Zhe He return, she was so frightened that she hid in a corner of the bedchamber.
What else was her master going to do to her?
Yet the man only stood at the entrance of the bedchamber, staring blankly at her amidst the overwhelming festive decorations.
Tears rolled down.
Zhe He was crying.
Tang Li was stunned. “Master?”
Number 78 was on high alert.
And this one was still tea-scented!