A faint light, of unknown origin, quietly spilled into the room, illuminating the contours of various objects. In the distance, the sound of dogs barking could be faintly heard, making it impossible to tell what time it was. Search: \(Complete Book Divine Station\) to read high-quality literature for free.

The mosquito net moved silently a few times, and a bare arm belonging to a woman reached out from within, her fingers groping on the wooden mat in front of the bed. Various articles of clothing were scattered on the mat. The room was very dark. After groping for a while, she picked up a garment and retreated back behind the mosquito net.

Presumably so as not to awaken anyone, the movements were not large and did not cause much noise. But after a moment, the hand drooped down again from the mosquito net, and the garment fell back onto the wooden mat. This action seemed a little frustrated. In the dim light, we can clearly see that it was a dudou, or an embroidered bodice, with a cyan-blue background and patterns of red lotuses and white water lilies. As one of the symbols of a woman's privacy, this garment also seemed to possess the purity and clarity of a young girl, full of ancient charm.

But its ties were broken, and a knot had been tied in the middle, making it difficult to wear. Perhaps for this reason, the hand had dejectedly released it again. After a moment, the hand moved again, this time touching another garment and quietly pulling it into the mosquito net.

After a moment of silence, a rustling sound could be heard, and then the mosquito net was pulled open again. This time, a pair of fair, bare feet reached out, gently landing on the wooden mat, only the toes touching the ground. The mosquito net was pulled open a little more, and it could be seen that the woman was now sitting up.

She wore a loose robe, holding it closed with one hand. Her long hair was loose and disheveled, looking messy and languid. She ran her fingers through it. She looked down, searching for her embroidered shoes on the wooden mat. After much effort, she finally found them. But as she stepped into them, preparing to stand up, she frowned slightly, clutching her lower abdomen and sitting back down.

In the quiet surroundings, the woman pursed her lips, then puffed out her cheeks slightly. Finally, she stood up. She took a deep breath, turned, and squatted down to gather the clothes lying on the ground. She was only wearing the outer robe and embroidered shoes, and her naked body was occasionally revealed. She herself didn't quite understand why she had to gather the clothes on the ground, but after gathering them all up, she placed them on the chair in front of the desk. Then she turned and opened her wardrobe, fumbling around inside to find a new dudou and other clothes.

The room was dimly lit, but relying on her memory, it wasn't difficult to find her clothes. But after finding them, she simply held them in front of her, turning to look at the bed, seemingly considering whether to put them on. In the end, she just placed them on the bedside table, turned again, found the fire starter, quietly blew on it, and lit the oil lamp.

Trying to shield the light with her body, she walked to the other side, to the newly moved-in cabinet, and carefully found a few articles of clothing. She blew out the oil lamp and placed the man's clothes on top of her own. Having done all this, she sat back down on the edge of the bed, took off her embroidered shoes, and retreated back into the bed.

This was her own embroidered bed, and everything was very familiar. But tonight, a man had entered her world for the first time. But it wasn't unpleasant, she even liked it a little. She sat there, looking at the contours in the darkness, lifted the quilt, and prepared to lie back down. Then she thought about it again, took off the robe wrapped around her, and finally reached out from the mosquito net to throw it on the bedside.

A feeling of warmth enveloped her from the side. She wasn't wearing any clothes. Then, her calf touched her husband's body in the quilt. She moved slightly. Ever since she was a child, in the process of becoming a young woman, ever since she understood the concepts of chastity, shyness, and the separation of men and women, she had, for the first time, lain naked with a man, and was trying to make this concept feel natural.

It felt as if she belonged to someone. In front of this person, the old rules no longer applied...

She didn't really understand why she had gone out to do those things just now. And she didn't understand why she still had to take off all her clothes when she came back to bed. Maybe she could have put them on, but in her heart, she didn't want her husband to know that she had been awake at night.

She turned to face the direction where her husband was sleeping. In the darkness, she could only make out a vague outline, but she could clearly feel the heat emanating from his body through the quilt. So she lowered her head in the quilt and quietly leaned closer, until their bodies were slightly touching. However, in the next moment, her husband seemed to sense her. He turned slightly and wrapped his arms around her.

Skin touched skin.

She curled up, afraid to move. In any case, she still felt shy in this naked state when she was even slightly awake. Maybe her husband would hold her like this until dawn... The clothes were right beside her. Should she put on her dudou later? Her mind buzzed with thoughts, but her body was still afraid to move much... Maybe she liked being held... Vague thoughts occasionally flashed through her mind...

Finally... she was married to her husband. This would be the way things were from now on...

Thinking and thinking like this, she gradually lost consciousness again and fell asleep in his arms...

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Awake

When she woke up, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Outside, it was raining lightly, with a rustling sound.

The woman, his wife, was sleeping in his arms. The woman who usually projected a sense of strength now seemed as docile as a child, her vibrant body soft and warm, comfortable to hold. Ning Yi rarely had this feeling, the feeling of warmth on a psychological level from holding someone. Or perhaps he had almost never had it.

In the past… in that life, which now seemed like a very long time ago, he had never lacked women. When he was younger, he might have frantically sought this kind of pleasure and stimulation. There were years when he was very interested in it. That time was already very vague, but even then he hadn't had this feeling. Perhaps he had been too busy. Later, it was just to solve a physiological need.

Among his friends, there were some who were very lecherous, messing around with four, five, or even more women at the same time, doing this and that. It was very troublesome and boring. If he were holding three or four naked women at the same time, he would probably only feel that they were heavy. One was enough to solve his physiological needs. Any more was meaningless. Unrestrained lust only made people feel tired and even distracted from their work. Although one of the inferior aspects of men was that they would constantly flaunt their abilities in this area, they would still get tired.

He had almost never been in love. Except for occasionally recalling some feelings from his youth, the accounts were actually clear. Whether it was a one-night stand or a high-end prostitute, they could give you anything you wanted for one night. But truly pursuing a woman required a lot of thought, which would be distracting, and sometimes even painful. Later, when applied to business, this involved costs in the billions. It was a relatively unprofitable and unwinnable business. So in the end, he didn't even look for one-night stands anymore, because even then, the other person would inevitably have ideas about further development. After experiencing a few such things and seeing those women's crying and entanglement, he only chose those transactions where the goods and money were exchanged.

Some people said that the desire for power or control often superseded emotions such as lust, because after material conditions were met, the latter was too easy to satisfy. Perhaps there was some truth to it. He was too lazy to think about it. But he rarely felt that there was much meaning in holding a person like this, but now, he did feel that the feeling of holding his wife was very good.

In this ancient and simple world, he could indeed forget many of the things from the past. That world existed a thousand years in the future, and even when holding someone, he could only feel his own temperature. Admittedly, part of it was his own doing, but... was this a good start?

Thinking such fleeting thoughts, he hugged his wife and slept for a while longer before deciding to get up. Theoretically, he should be sleeping on the outside, but he didn't know why he had ended up on the inside. So he tried to get out as quietly as possible. When he saw the clothes placed by the bedside, he couldn't help but smile.

He should go to the neighboring courtyard to take a bath. As for Tan'er's side, Chan'er and the others outside would help take care of everything. The current situation was special. Everyone was living together for the first time, and this wife was inevitably a little shy in this regard. Therefore, the white cloth stained with blood on the bed, as well as the sheets that needed to be washed, would be taken care of by them first. He didn't need to get involved.

Actually, thinking about last night, it was quite tiring. After all, it was his wife's first time. With her eyes closed and her neck outstretched, she was ready for anything. He tried to get her to relax. When he entered her, she was probably still in pain. He paid attention to her emotions, so he naturally couldn't care too much about himself. Virgins were really troublesome. However, she was in pain, and he was tired, so they were even. After all the effort he had put in, his wife shouldn't have any lingering trauma.

He thought that his wife was shy. If he just left like this, she would either pretend to be asleep or really be asleep, and there wouldn't be too much else going on. However, as he was about to leave, a faint voice came from over there: "Husband."

Turning his head, he saw that Su Tan'er had also woken up. She was holding the edge of the quilt, lying there and looking at him, showing a smile, and said softly: "Good morning."

This was the way Ning Yi often greeted her in the past. Hearing her say this, Ning Yi couldn't help but be stunned, then he smiled and nodded:

"Good morning..."

This day was the sixth day of the eleventh month of the eighth year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty. It had been a year and a half since Ning Yi and Su Tan'er got married, and the feeling of home had finally come full circle between the two of them. Winter had long since arrived, and the weather was dropping quickly. In a few more days, the first snow would fall, and Jiangning City would truly enter a long winter.

The charred ruins of the small building on the other side of the courtyard stood there as they were and would not be moved for the time being. In the bedroom on this side, Ning Yi's things had finally been mixed with Su Tan'er's things. For the time being, the room seemed a little crowded, but at least for this winter, everyone was not considering changing rooms.

When spring came next year, they planned to start major construction in the courtyard, adding this small building, completely creating a new layout. Recently, Ning Yi and Su Tan'er had also discussed these matters and had also asked Chan'er, Juan'er, and Xing'er to come up with some ideas. In the evening, the five master and servants lit the stove in the living room. The warm atmosphere was still the same as in the past. Of course, now Chan'er and the others also understood that there had been progress in the relationship between the young lady and the young master. Occasionally, when they were together, there would naturally be some more intimate jokes that could be made, without saying much more.

Xiao Chan would occasionally feel a little lonely and envious, but more than that, she was happy for her two most important loved ones. Ning Yi and Su Tan'er treated her the same as before. Of course, she also understood that there had only been progress between the young lady and the young master. It was impossible for the young master to take her into his room now. Occasionally, when she felt envious, she would secretly say to herself in front of the bronze mirror in her room: "Xiao Chan is not in a hurry. This is a lifelong matter..." Then she pursed her lips at herself to encourage herself.

She already knew what kind of person the young master was. He would never abandon her. (To be continued.) Cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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