Chapter 3383: Is it done?

our second uncle's body is still in his room!"Tan Shi asked Yang Ruqing in a voice choked with grief.Yang Ruqing was stunned.Why does Lao Yang always bring everything to me for advice When did this re...Da An didn't call out to Xiao Hua proactively, asking her to come to bed. Xiao Hua kept herself busy on the ground, finding things to do, until she was completely occupied. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she slowly shuffled over to the bedside.

Turning her back, she bent down and quickly undressed.

As she put on her pajamas and lay down in her bed, the other blanket beside her containing Daan also slowly closed his book, placing it under the pillow at the head of the bed before lying down.

"Big Brother Dayan, since you're not going to look anymore, should I blow out the candle" Xiaohua tentatively asked.

Da An lightly 'hmm'ed, and Xiao Hua immediately stood up and blew out three candles, leaving one lit. This was a custom for their wedding night.

Then, he lay back down in his bed, under the blanket, and suddenly everything fell silent. No one spoke.

Xiaohua was so nervous she couldn't even breathe. She lay there, almost stiff.

As for Dayan, although he was also lying still quietly, his mind was suddenly filled with the sketchbook that Dajie had shoved into his hands yesterday.

At that time, he still asked what it was because he saw Da Jie's mysterious appearance.

Da Jie just smiled slyly and said it was a good thing, something that would come in handy.

Dà'ān still thought it was a rare, private edition by a famous author. As a result, he couldn't wait and flipped through two pages right in front of Dàjié.

It's okay if we don't flip it, this one almost scared him to death.

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The picture inside shows a tangled up couple, not wearing any clothes at all, doing that kind of... thing.

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Before Dayan, he was able to read so well and climb the ranks smoothly, partly because he was naturally intelligent and willing to work hard.

On the other hand, it was also because he was pure-hearted and had few desires. Although he later passed the imperial examination as a scholar, he gradually developed ambiguous romantic feelings for his childhood sweetheart, Xiaohua.

But when it came to studying, he was still able to put aside all distractions and immerse himself fully.

As for those kinds of spring and palace paintings, or erotic words, lyrics, and music, he never involved himself in them.

I never go to brothels. When I meet with friends or classmates, I only go to restaurants with character, requesting a quiet private room.

But tonight, his mind was filled with the images from those two pages he had opened yesterday: a man and a woman embracing...

He gradually felt a flush of heat. In this freezing weather, he found that his blankets and clothes were all burdensome.

There was still a surge of evil fire coursing through his body, making him desperately want to find a place to vent...

Just as Xiaohua was lying there, her whole body stiff and aching so badly that she wanted to move but dared not, the corner of the blanket beside her suddenly lifted. As a cold wind blew in, a fiery hot body squeezed into her bedding roll.

“Ah...”

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She let out a gasp of fright, but her mouth was immediately covered by a long hand.

"Don't speak, it's me." Dayan whispered in her ear.

Inside the hazy curtain, Xiaohua couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Of course she knew it was him. If it wasn't him, who else would crawl into her bed at this hour!

But his palm was just as hot as the body pressing down on her.

Big Brother Da'an, why are you so hot Your face is also red. Did you drink too much alcohol and get flushed Or are you sick

"Big Brother Dā'ān, you feel so hot, are you sick"

Little Flower was too worried and blurted out what was on her mind.

Dai An smiled wryly, lowering his head to stare intensely into her eyes, "Yes, I am sick."

"Ah" Xiaohua's thoughts of romantic notions disappeared instantly. In a panic, she pushed Dangan aside and scrambled to her feet: "Wait for me, I'll get you some medicine..."

Her arm was yanked back with a forceful pull, and she found herself pinned beneath him once more.

Da An smiled helplessly and sized up her little face, “Silly girl, you are the medicine!”

Xiaohua didn't understand, just about to ask again, Dayan had already leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss!

The night of the wedding, the moment of receiving one's imperial examination diploma.

Both of these things, Da An has taken full advantage of.

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Red candles flicker, within the warm tent, phoenixes and dragons dance chaotically. The newlyweds, without any guidance, indulge together in the pleasures of lovemaking, turning over clouds and raining!

There are so many boring people.

Here, Yang Yongjin and his brothers, as well as Yuzhu and Dajie, all hid under the window outside the new house, listening at the wall.

Hearing the sounds inside, everyone exchanged glances, stifled their laughter and quietly dispersed.

Opposite, in Mrs. Sun's house, Yang Huazhong quietly entered the room from outside. He saw that Mrs. Sun was also sitting in the lamplight, her head tilted and ears pricked up, as if she was also listening to the sounds coming from the next-door house.

Yang Huazhong smiled, feeling that this Dagang Cave dwelling had moved so many hearts.

If Dān'ān knew about this, he would probably be mortified.

As soon as Sun saw Yang Huazhong enter, her eyes lit up. She quickly asked Yang Huazhong, “Well Is it done on the other side”

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Yang Huazhong smiled and said, “After procrastinating all night, it’s finally done.”

"Really" Mrs. Sun asked again.

Her own son was good at studying, but Mrs. Sun worried that he would study so hard that he'd become oblivious to everything else. What if he couldn't even handle a wedding night People would make fun of them!

Upon hearing Sun's question, Yang Hua's smile became rather strange.

“Well, you ask me, as someone who has raised children, wouldn't I know whether it happened or not Rest assured, if I say it’s done, then it’s done. I'm an expert!”

Yang Huazhong was in a good mood today and had drunk a few more cups. At this moment, looking at the Sun family, his eyes were also hot for a few points.

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Sun's face flushed red, she glared at Yang Huazhong and scolded, "You're already a married man, yet you speak so shamelessly! Shame on you!"

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Yang Huazhong grinned and chuckled.

Sun Shi got up and went over to scoop hot water: "Qinger's father, you've also had a tiring day. Quickly sit down and soak your feet in hot water before going to bed."

Okay!

Yang Huazhong found a stool and sat down, taking off his shoes and socks himself.

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Mrs. Sun quickly brought hot water and knelt before Yang Huazhong, washing his feet.

It is customary for women to wash men's feet in this area. Women in the family serve men, it's the most basic thing.

And over time, it gradually evolved into a habit. Everyone did it instinctively, as natural as a woman's pregnancy and childbirth.

But this habit was changed by Luofeng Tang in Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoheng.

When Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing soaked their feet together, Luo Fengtang would always rush to rub Yang Ruqing's feet, which had become a habit.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun was helping Yang Huazhong wipe his feet with the "Natural Way" as she called it. The couple whispered about today's wedding banquet, both very satisfied. They talked about tomorrow's feast and then couldn't help but daydream about holding their grandchildren. The two of them were beyond happy...

Meanwhile, across the street in the guest room of the Sun family, Cuier's mother and Cuier sat facing each other on the bed. Cuier's mother leaned there, her hands clasped before her chest, her legs covered by a blanket, but her brow was slightly furrowed, and a pair of slender eyes were calculating, as if pondering a very complex series of things.

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And Cui'er, who was sitting opposite her, was sewing. However, after pulling a thread, Cui'er lost her concentration.

Staring blankly at the unformed Mandarin duck in his hand, its scent filling his nostrils, his soul had long since flown elsewhere.

A genius in one second: m.er.Just as she turned, Liu shi also turned simultaneously, charging out of the house like a gust of wind and running away wildly."What kind of people are these!" Yang Yongxian watched Liu's departure,...