The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 928

Chapter 928: Chapter 793, Wedding Night with Candles_3

After several repetitions, a thin layer of sweat had permeated Daohua’s body.

Daohua didn’t want to be near the source of heat, continuously pushing it away.

With no other choice, Xiao Yeyang watched as Daohua wreaked havoc on his body, her actions having already torn open his shirt, exposing his well-defined and tightly muscled chest.

Not only his, but Daohua’s dress had also become disheveled, revealing a large expanse of skin as delicate as could be.

Xiao Yeyang found his throat becoming parched as he watched. Just as he was about to do something, Daohua, squinting, sat up, then, in a daze, got out of bed, walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and began to drink.

After finishing her tea, Daohua swayed on her feet, tugged at her dress, and muttered, "I’m so hot."

At that moment, Xiao Yeyang also got out of bed, walked up to Daohua, and looked at her intensely, "Are you awake?"

Daohua hummed in response, in a daze. Before she could react, she was scooped up horizontally.

Looking at the still sleepy-eyed Daohua, Xiao Yeyang carefully laid her on the bed, then pressed his entire body onto hers, accurately finding Daohua’s lips and kissed them fiercely.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Daohua struggled to breathe under the pressure and struggled a few times, but alas, her strength was pitiful in comparison to Xiao Yeyang’s towering and robust frame.

Her bleary eyes gradually came into focus.

By then, Xiao Yeyang was no longer content with just kissing. His hands began to roam over Daohua’s body, and when they covered the soft fullness at her chest, the mental string in his head snapped. He could no longer suppress the desire in his heart, and somewhat roughly tore open the sash at Daohua’s waist, slipped into her top, and directly caressed her smooth, tender body.

The burning touch of his hands kneaded her body, and Daohua was fully awake.

The big red candle with dragon and phoenix design had burned halfway; tonight... was her wedding night.

Xiao Yeyang noticed the clarity in Daohua’s expression, joy overflowing in his eyes as he kept calling her ’Yiyi’, his kisses slowly trailing down from her cheek, not missing any spot.

Unaware of when her clothes had disappeared, Daohua felt her whole body weaken under the kisses, leaning against Xiao Yeyang’s scalding body, her mind blurring, passively allowing him to do as he wished.

Within the warm bedchamber, spring sentiments were rich.

Defu whispered from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yeyang glanced at the white kerchief hanging on the screen, got off the bed, took out a dagger to cut his finger, and let a few drops of blood fall onto the kerchief before tossing it to the waiting Defu outside the door.

When he turned back, he found Daohua peeking out from the covers, eyes wide as she watched him.

Xiao Yeyang climbed onto the bed, leaned down with a smile, and kissed her cheek, "Awake?"

Daohua hummed a response, glanced at him, and then turned her back, "That... why didn’t you put that kerchief on the bed last night, so you wouldn’t have to hurt yourself this morning?"

"You didn’t like it, did you?" Watching the small expanse of Daohua’s back showing outside the blanket, Xiao Yeyang’s eyes darkened. He lifted the covers, slid in, and began kissing down her neck.

Daohua jumped in shock, trying to dodge, but her waist was tightly gripped by Xiao Yeyang, making it impossible to move. She could only threaten him verbally, "Xiao Yeyang, it’s morning, and soon we have to present tea to your father. If you dare to make me lose face, I will never forgive you."

Xiao Yeyang chuckled softly, reluctantly stopping, and teasingly asked, "And how would you never forgive me?"

Daohua ignored him, "Get up now; it’s already light."