Lin Feilu had just woken up and she was still a little out of it. She watched as Song Jinglan walked in from the outside and yawned.
Under the auspices of the etiquette officials, the two first performed the bowing ceremony before continuing with the congregation ceremony. After they were over, the waiters removed any remaining items as the officials finally left one by one, leaving only the Emperor and Empress in the room.
The sky outside the window was already pitch black.
Lin Feilu took off the Phoenix Crown, threw it on the desk and sprawled her entire frame onto the bed as if she was doing a snow angel.
After Song Jinglan went to wash up, he found that she had fallen asleep again upon returning. She didn't even take off the Phoenix Robe as the dress was crumpled under her body, draping from the bed to the floor.
The Phoenix Robe was bright in colour and smooth in texture, so under the dim light of the candlelights, there were layers of water-like ripples and varying shadows. As she laid down with her head tilted to the side, it appeared as if she was sleeping on a body of crimson water. Along with her jet black hair that was spreaded behind her, the entire scene was rather attractive and serene to him.
Song Jinglan stood beside the bed, content to just look down for a moment.
After a while, he laughed silently before leaning over to untie her belt.
Lin Feilu kicked her feet in her sleep and softly said, "I'm sleepy…"
Song Jinglan then picked her up, took off the multi-layered Phoenix Robe and reached out to remove her hairpin and earrings. Lin Feilu collapsed in his arms as if she didn't have bones in her body. WIth half-closed eyes, she allowed him to manoeuvre her limbs freely.
Subsequently, he removed all the extra accessories on her body before picking her up and gently placing her on the inner side of the bed.
Lin Feilu was awake but too tired to talk, so she squinted at him after lying down. He took off his outerwear, stretched out his hands and lowered the drapes to block the light from the flickering candlelight.
Letting down his hair, he stood against the light, looking even more like a celestial being than she did.
The space next to Lin Feilu sank as he slept beside her. After reaching out to wrap her in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Lin Feilu's heart was a little agitated, but she pretended to be calm and waited quietly.
As a result, she waited until she fell asleep and woke up again. Even then, Song Jinglan was still hugging her gently. He breathed steadily above her head, as if he was asleep.
Lin Feilu was silent for a moment until she couldn't help but ask, "Are you asleep?"
A short pause later, she heard the lazy reply of a low voice, "Hmm?"
Lin Feilu was about to explode from anger as she broke free from his embrace and sat up on the bed. Looking at him viciously, she exclaimed, "What do you mean 'hmm'?! It's our wedding night in the bridal chamber and this is all you're going to do? This is it?!"
Song Jinglan laid flat on his back and smiled at her, "Weren't you tired?"
Lin Feilu, "You're tired out already before we even started? It seems you're not that strong, Your Majesty."
Song Jinglan, "…"
His smile faded, and his eyes held a dangerous glint to them.
Lin Feilu immediately aborted her mission, "Nope, I'm the tired one, I'm the weak one!"
Song Jinglan narrowed his eyes and slowly sat up.
Lin Feilu suddenly felt that something was amiss, so she wanted to start clambering away. She had just crawled two steps forward from the bed when his hand grabbed her ankle. From there, she heard his slightly hoarse voice, "Where is my Empress thinking of going on our wedding night?"
The anklet that Song Jinglan gave her was still on her ankle.
The blood-red hue of it contrasted greatly with her delicately fair skin, which was rather intriguing to him.
Lin Feilu kicked twice and tried to shake his hand away, but he merely tightened his hold on her leg. After letting her struggle in vain for a bit, his fingertips lightly brushed the soles of her feet. She was very ticklish, so her entire body lost strength as she squealed and plopped onto the bed without a fight.
Chuckling behind her, he finally let go of his hand. Just as Lin Feilu turned over, he was already on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
The candlelight reflected on the gorgeous curtains penetrated the darkness, forming hazy and wobbly hues. His eyes burned with passion as he brushed the stray hairs on her forehead with his fingers before asking with a soft tone, "Are you still tired?"
Lin Feilu didn't dare to provoke him any longer, so she replied obediently, "I'm not tired anymore."
The smile in his eyes deepened, and his fingertips gently brushed the spot behind her ears little by little before they danced along her neckline without delay. He traced a long line of soft touches from top to bottom, worshipping every inch of her skin. With each passing second, her trembles became more evident. Even though there was still a final layer of clothing that covered her body, his delicate touch had already clung to her whole body and left her with lingering sensations.
She pursed her lips tightly and unconsciously placed her arms around his neck.
Following her movements, Song Jinglan lowered his head and sealed their lips.
The kiss was like his movements— gentle and patient, making it feel like he wasn't in a hurry in the slightest. Seeing that her eyes were closed despite the expressions she was making, he was satisfied to know that it was him that made her feel this way.
Her light chiffon skirt was already sprawled on the bed and Song Jinglan placed his hands on her side. His long, black hair draped over his form, entangled with hers that flanked her sides. His eyes were already filled with desire, but he patiently asked her in a low voice, "Princess, do you like me?"
Lin Feilu snorted.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her, "Use your words."
Her toes curled as she let out a sound that didn't sound like her own voice,"I do."
He smiled as he peppered kisses up to her earlobe. His voice was deep, as if he was bewitching her,"Who is the one you like?"
His lips moved from her ear to the side of her neck as the tingles felt like a zap of electric coursing through her skin. Her fingers tightly clung to his shoulders despite the fact that she was unable to resist the urge to back farther from him in embarrassment, "I like you."
He held her waist with his hands and pulled her back. Whilst he stroked light circles on her skin, he questioned her, "Who am I?"
Her whole body was tense, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes. Her words came out in a jumbled mess as she fumbled to even come up with answers, "Your Majesty…My husband…"
It seemed that Song Jinglan enjoyed this kind of game. Over and over again, he questioned her whereas the girl intermittently provided him answers.
Between hearing her calling him husband and listening to her cries, he was treading on the line between sobriety and drunkenness. He adored the way her entire body was reduced to a mess beneath him, savouring the sight of her writhing in borderline chaos.
Then, he filled her up.
Drifting amidst the pleasurable haze that she was thrown into, Lin Feilu heard his hoarse laughter, "In this life, in the next and in every other life, you can only belong to me."
Lin Feilu didn't speak. Instead, she embraced him tighter, catering to everything he had to offer.