Early the next morning, Xie Yanzhi woke up.
Yesterday was their wedding night, but Lu Nianxi had been drinking and went to bed early.
She awoke once in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but as soon as she stepped out of the restroom, she was embraced by Xie Yanzhi, and his kiss descended upon her.
Lu Nianxi, still groggy, let him undress her and press her beneath him.
"Brother..." she called softly.
Xie Yanzhi had been holding back, thinking about how she had been busy all day, reluctant to touch her.
But on a wedding night, it seemed remiss not to do something.
Seeing Lu Nianxi in this state, he couldn't resist any longer.
"Tired, my dear..."
He kissed her, his large hands never idle.
"Tired..." Lu Nianxi, hazy, hooked her arms around his neck, "Don't tease me..."
"I'll be gentle," Xie Yanzhi whispered in her ear, "My dear, a night of passion is priceless—you know, it's our wedding night."
Lu Nianxi raised her chin to kiss him, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."