In addition to Jiang Rui, there were also Ningxiang and maids waiting in the new house. Ling Yuan did not look at them. His eyes were only fixed on the figure beside the bed, “Go back and rest.”
“But—” Ningxiang still had something to say, but when he looked at her with a faint look, she immediately fell silent and hurriedly left with the others. Only when she got outside the room did she dare to straighten up, pat her chest, and take a breath.
She had always heard that the Owner of the village was a kind-hearted person, but she never expected that such a light and gentle look could make people afraid to breathe.
The bright red hijab was slowly lifted up. Her chin was delicate, her red lips were moist, her cheeks were pink, and her shy eyes shone with flickering candlelight.
After being looked over by such a pair of eyes that seemed shy and timid, Ling Yuan realized that he had been holding his breath since just now.
He chuckled softly and asked with a gentleness that only he knew: “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”
“Okay.” Jiang Rui nodded.
He took her by the hand and sat down at the table together. In addition to the wedding cakes, there was also a food box that was sent by people earlier on the table, which contained several kinds of noodles.
“Do you want to eat a little bit?” Jiang Rui asked him.
“I have eaten a lot at the wedding banquet. You can eat it.” Ling Yuan said with a smile, his eyes never leaving her body.
But he thought in his heart that since they were already married, it would be unfamiliar to call him the Owner of the village, so he would have to coax her to call him a nice one. Thinking like this, four or five nice names came to his mind, just waiting to try them one by one.
He drank a lot of alcohol today. On the way back to his room, he smelled of alcohol and the toxins in his meridians were about to move. He was afraid of scaring her, so he stayed outside for a while before coming in after the wind blew.
He knew that one day she would discover his true identity. At that time, she might be frightened, afraid, or disgusted, and want to run away from him. Naturally, he would not allow it.
From the day she stepped into his sight, she was destined to be his, and no matter what means he used, he would keep her.
And before that, he would hang up this mask she loved.
Jiang Rui finished her dinner under his burning gaze, rinsed her mouth slowly, and raised her head to look at him.
His expression did not match the burning gaze, but he still looked gentle, “Are you sleepy?”
“We haven’t drunk the wedding wine yet.” She whispered.
“I forgot.” Ling Yuan smiled. He picked up the small wine glass on the table, and the two of them drank from it.
The wine was not strong. It only had a sip, and after drinking it, he felt that his mind, which had just finally cleared up, seemed to be even more drunk now.
He stared at the person opposite him intently. Her fair and tender cheeks were stained with crimson, her dark eyes were full of water, and there seemed to be a drop of wine on her lips, which were crystal red, like a sweet red cherry.
Ling Yuan pressed his forehead and felt that he was really drunk.
“Do you have a headache?” Jiang Rui reached out and gently massaged his temples.
The coolness of those hands made him sober up a little. He shook his head and said with a smile: “I was drunk at the banquet earlier, and now I’m only a little drunk.”
At some point, his voice was not as mellow as usual, with a bit of dryness and hoarseness. Ling Yuan knew that it was caused by toxins, so he secretly suppressed it with his internal force. No matter what, tonight was their bridal chamber, so he couldn’t expose his true colors and scare the person for the first time.
Jiang Rui also noticed something abnormal and tilted her head to look at his face worriedly, “Do you want someone to make a hangover tea?”
“No need.” Ling Yuan held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, wrapped his hands around her, lowered his head, and whispered softly with a smile, meaning something: “It’s just the husband’s physical inconvenience. I’ll apologize to Madam first. I also have to trouble Madam to do more work tonight.”
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The author has something to say:
Yes, what Old Eight means is, little fairy, sit down and move by yourself.
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