Zheng Yu noticed the change in him and thought it shouldn't be happening. She slowly looked up, only to see her young husband looking at her with tear-filled eyes. Tears had streamed down his face, wetting the hair on both sides.
Zheng Yu quickly released his lips. As soon as she pulled away, she heard his suppressed sobs. He seemed extremely sad but didn't want to show it, trying his best to stifle his whimpers.
... (The middle part is in the usual place: WUSIWU WUWUJIUQI ERCI.)
Meanwhile, over with Lu Yu and Shen Xuan.
On the night of Gu Yitong and Afu's wedding two months ago, while the other two couples couldn't consummate their marriage due to Afu's pregnancy, Lu Yu and Shen Xuan had indeed experienced their own wedding night.
Two months later, as Lu Yu voiced her wish again today, Shen Xuan, who was drinking tea, paused. He recalled the frenzy of two months prior, and a shiver ran through his body. The feeling of being on the brink of death yet experiencing extreme pleasure seemed to linger within him, refusing to fade.
Seeing Shen Xuan sitting there in a daze, Lu Yu snuggled up to him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and, catching him off guard, lifted him onto the bed with a strong pull. She leaned in, about to kiss him.
Having been married and experienced intimacy, their speed,默契 (mòqì - tacit understanding), and knowledge of each other's bodies were far superior to that of the newlywed couple today.
Shen Xuan didn't resist too much. He sat up and met her hands as she undressed him, but suddenly a wave of nausea and retching washed over him. This was the third time this month; the previous two hadn't been as pronounced.
The feeling of nausea was too intense. Shen Xuan suddenly had an epiphany. Just as Lu Yu leaned in to kiss him, he quickly pushed her shoulder away and knelt by the bed, dry-heaving.
???
What did this mean?
Did he dislike her?
Shen Xuan gagged a few times, then slowly supported himself and sat up. Seeing Lu Yu's hurt expression, he couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle.
He was still laughing?
Lu Yu became even more dejected. She was definitely being looked down upon...
"Wife, please check my pulse." Shen Xuan proactively extended his hand towards Lu Yu, his eyes sparkling, a smile uncontrollable on his lips.
Looking at Shen Xuan's face, Lu Yu suddenly realized, "Could it be?"
"I don't know. Wife, try taking my pulse." Shen Xuan's eyes were curved, his smile more evident than ever. He moved his hand closer to Lu Yu.
Shen Xuan's fair and tender wrist was held suspended in the air. Seeing Lu Yu's lack of reaction, he playfully swayed it, "Wife—"
Lu Yu's hand trembled as she placed Shen Xuan's arm on her lap. She rested one hand on his pulse, which was more active due to his excitement. The pulse was smooth and flowing, like pearls rolling on a plate, strong and well-chosen—a clear sign of pregnancy. They were going to have a child.
"Xuan'er, you're pregnant. It's been two months," Lu Yu's voice was even trembling.
As soon as she spoke, Lu Yu clearly saw Shen Xuan's expression change from surprise to excitement, and then to teary eyes.
"This is good news, don't cry." Only now did Lu Yu understand Shen Xuan's longing for a child. She felt like crying too and gently hugged him.
"I, I'm just too happy." Shen Xuan's voice was choked with emotion. "He's already two months old, two months in my belly."
"Yes, two months in your belly. You've had a two-month connection," Lu Yu echoed, gradually helping Shen Xuan calm his agitated emotions. "We must have conceived on the night Afu got married."