"Will you marry me, Yichen? When this is all behind us, you can claim me as many times as you wish—in this life and any others that may come..." Yichen's smile blossomed into a radiant grin.
"Yes, absolutely yes!" Yichen kissed him with such unrestrained joy that even Zhu Yan could feel it reverberate deep within his core.
Zhu Yan felt a sudden urge to laugh as Yichen showered him with kisses, utterly consumed by his own exhilaration. Lost in the overflow of emotions, Yichen surrendered entirely to the moment—not to the primal instincts of his dragon nature, but to the boundless joy that overtook him. His happiness was so overwhelming that everything else became insignificant: the fact that they were still in the demon world, the presence of others nearby, and even the notion of restraint. Yichen wanted Zhu Yan to match his abandon, but Zhu Yan simply couldn't.
He loved seeing Yichen in this unrestrained state—passionate, affectionate, and bold—already eagerly attempting to undress him. Yet, there was a dangerous innocence in his actions. This Yichen, swept away by the euphoria of a proposal he loved, expressed his emotions with a fervent, yet untainted, purity. There was no true lust fueling his kisses, caresses, or exploring hands. It was simply the overwhelming overflow of uncontainable emotions, and his intensity was utterly intoxicating.
"Baobei... I love this side of you like nothing else... but if you keep going like this, it might be my turn to lose control," Zhu Yan murmured between kisses. As the words sank into Yichen's mind, he froze above Zhu Yan, gazing down at the evidence of his own handiwork—Zhu Yan's chest lay bare under his hands, his belt undone, and his robes nearly torn open in his desperate need to touch him.
A deep flush spread across Yichen's face, the color reaching his ears until it seemed they might have been burned by the sun itself. Embarrassment consumed him so thoroughly that he couldn't speak. And Zhu Yan? He couldn't help but laugh, absolutely delighting in Yichen's reaction.
"Stop laughing! This is your fault too!" Yichen grumbled, still seated on Zhu Yan's lap. But before he could say more, Zhu Yan pulled him down, pressing him gently against his chest in a warm embrace.
"I know, Baobei. Calm down. I caught you off guard, and those feelings swept over you like a tidal wave. If I'm laughing, it's not to make fun of you—well, not this time, anyway. It's because you're just too adorable to resist," Zhu Yan murmured gently.
"That's still teasing..." Yichen pouted, still feeling a mix of embarrassment as he looked at him. Zhu Yan's expression softened as a warm smile spread across his face.
"Is that so? Then let me tell you something, Baobei. You are going to be the most amazing lover I could ever dream of sharing my life with. And before you even think about arguing, that's not teasing—it's a confession. I love you, Baobei, and I'm absolutely certain that our future will be nothing short of blissful," Zhu Yan murmured, his fingers softly tracing Yichen's flushed face.
Naturally, Yichen melted at that moment, planting a kiss on Zhu Yan's lips, this time with a little more awareness—to keep the flames of desire from becoming a raging inferno.
"Ah, Baobei... even at such a tender age, you shine like a rare gem. So sweetly innocent, yet brimming with passion, and when you blush, you're simply irresistible. Tell me, would you prefer a cozy wedding for just the two of us, or a grand affair with everyone in attendance?" Zhu Yan inquired, while Yichen buried his face in Zhu Yan's collarbone, suddenly hit with a wave of shyness.
"Seriously, why are you bringing this up now? I just said yes..." Yichen mumbled, his cheeks flushing as Zhu Yan chuckled softly, playfully running his fingers through Yichen's hair.
"Come on, don't be shy now, Baobei. You know what they say, 'Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today,' right?" Zhu Yan teased, gently lifting Yichen's chin to lock their gazes.
"You perverted monkey, are you trying to make me change my mind?" Yichen shot back, feeling like the world was spinning way too fast for him to keep up.
"Alright, Baobei, no need to get upset. We can take our sweet time and marry whenever you feel ready. I was just curious if you'd prefer an intimate ceremony for just us lovers or a grand event for everyone close to you to attend. Because trust me, thatlast one will take a bit more planning, not to mention it means I'd have to meet the entire Zhuo clan, including your father." At the mention of his father, Yichen tensed slightly in Zhu Yan's embrace, leaving Zhu Yan puzzled about the sudden shift, when he was so relaxed before.
"If you're really that curious... I'd prefer to marry you in secret before we get home..." Yichen murmured softly, then nestled his face into the gentle curve of Zhu Yan's neck. The ticklish sensation almost drew a laugh from Zhu Yan, but he suppressed it, finding the moment too delightful to disrupt. Amusement danced in his eyes as he realized that both Zhuo brothers clearly preferred private bonds over grand gestures. This little revelation only deepened Zhu Yan's curiosity about their fondness for such intimacy.
"Can I ask you why, Baobei? Don't you dare tell me that bowing three times in front of your family and friends makes you break out in a cold sweat, or that you're just too shy for the spotlight," Zhu Yan teased, while Yichen shook his head.
"I'm totally fine with the whole marriage-in-public thing. It's just that... well... you know... I..." Yichen stumbled over his words, confronted with a concern that he had not thought about before, amid their current chaos. Marriage felt like a distant fantasy, floating just out of reach. Zhu Yan couldn't help but chuckle at his inability to articulate what was clearly weighing on his mind.
"What's this, Baobei? Are you really that shy?" Zhu Yan teased, watching Yichen's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, but not for the reason he assumed.
"It's not about shyness. I just want to bond with you, in a way that can't be reversed before... I head back home..." Zhu Yan furrowed his brow, but he got the hidden meaning behind Yichen's words. Suddenly, everything clicked inside his mind. Now he understood why Yichen had tensed up at the mere mention of his father earlier.
"You're saying you're worried your father might not give his blessing?" He asked, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in his eyes.
"Hum... something like that. You see, my father grew up to become a demon hunter. Our family has a long tradition of demon hunters, and although my brother and I have been trained to battle demons, we haven't dedicated our entire lives to it. We're still young, after all. My father, on the other hand, retired from demon hunting because of an injury and devoted the rest of his life to training others to follow that path. He might not be too thrilled to discover that his youngest son is considering marrying the strongest demon of all." Yichen finally admitted it, while Zhu Yan mused that Yixuan had already crossed that line before him.
So even if their father was against the idea, it was unlikely he would lose his two beloved sons. More so for marrying demons that were already proven by Nuwa herself to be humanity's saviors.
"Ah, Baobei! You're worrying way too much, you know? Sure, your dad might struggle to suddenly see demons as humanity's heroes, but there's no way he'd ever turn his back on both his sons. I mean, I'm sure he loves you two more than life itself! That's why you and Yixuan excel at demon hunting. He poured everything into preparing you for the battle ahead."
"And let's not forget, he knows his eldest son is basically the gold standard on any family—calm, wise, a natural leader, and a master at reading people. No demon could easily trick him. And then there's you, just as amazing as your beloved Ge. What kind of father would give up such an adorable younger son?" Zhu Yan teased, affectionately pinching Yichen's cheeks like he still was a kid.
"Cut it out! Zhu Yan! Stop it!" Yichen burst into laughter as Zhu Yan took his teasing to the next level, tickling him in that sweet spot that always got him laughing. Then, lost in their love, Zhu Yan kissed him senseless, making the moment feel like a dream.
"Zhu Yan..." Yichen moaned his name, feeling the comforting weight of his lover resting above him.
"Baobei, don't hold it against me for wanting to savor this moment. We're in the demon world, after all, and tomorrow could throw us back into battle after battle, all the way to the Crystal Valley. Even if we make it that far, saving Bing Yi isn't a sure thing, and who knows if Cheng Huang will break free from his prison and come for us in retaliation." Zhu Yan didn't mean to dampen such a playful mood. He just wanted to remind him of how precious that intimate moment was for both of them.
Yichen felt Zhu Yan's words sink deep into his heart, wrapping around him like a heavy cloak. At first, he brushed off Zhu Yan's advice not to postpone things as just playful banter meant to make him blush. But now, with the weight of their uncertain future pressing down, it felt more like a heartfelt plea. They stood on the edge of something monumental, a precipice where their current strength might not be enough to hold back the tide of fate.
If things spiraled out of control, they could face a reality where both of them might die, all while Yichen's soul yearned for him to take that vital step. So, what was holding him back? That moment shimmered with a significance as radiant as the best memories they had forged together in the human world. It was that special moment he had been waiting for ever since he started a romantic relationship with him.
He had no doubts in his heart—Zhu Yan was his destined one, his soulmate. Every second they spent together was a treasure to him, even when Zhu Yan's playful teasing often disrupted the mood. Regardless of those moments, the undeniable truth remained: he had never felt more secure or more loved than he did with Zhu Yan.
That need for him, that sense of belonging, was unshakable, even in the face of death. If his life were to end tomorrow, his only regret would be not seizing the opportunity to formally tie his life to Zhu Yan's when he could. But today, with the chance still before him, he was determined to ensure that such a regret would never haunt him, even in his worst nightmares.
"Zhu Yan... my beloved, Zhu Yan..." Yichen breathed, inching closer until their faces almost touched. His heart already raced with excitement, knowing the words that would spill from his lips next.
"Ah, Baobei... hearing you call me 'my beloved' for the first time fills my heart with such joy," Zhu Yan replied, pulling him in for a tender kiss that gave Yichen more encouragement for what he had never dared do before.
"It can be more than that, if you want..." Yichen teased back, his voice low as their sweet kiss ended, and he noticed the pleasant surprise dancing in Zhu Yan's raised brow.
"Oh? Does being engaged give you that kind of courage? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would've proposed to you in the moment I laid eyes on you!" Zhu Yan teased, and Yichen playfully smacked his chest in mock protest.
"I'm trying to be serious here, you old monkey..." Yichen pretended to sulk, but Zhu Yan just smiled, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of silky hair behind Yichen's ear.
"My apologies, Baobei. Call me whatever you want. Just show some mercy to your beloved betrothed and keep my age complex in mind..." Zhu Yan confessed for the first time, his gaze fixed on Yichen, so young and radiant. Truth be told, he felt a twinge of frustration whenever Yichen brought up his age, painfully aware of the vast gap between them.
Yichen's lips curved into a tender smile as he gazed at Zhu Yan. Just before closing the distance between them, he released the words that would forever bind their destinies.
"My Ā Yan, my fūjūn..." The way Yichen addressed him as his husband hit Zhu Yan like a tribulation bolt of lightning from the heavens, resonating deep within his core. The sheer weight of those words left him utterly speechless, his mind reeling even as Yichen leaned in and pressed their lips together. Zhu Yan hardly felt the gentle kiss, his thoughts racing in a whirlwind of chaos.
Meanwhile, Yichen couldn't help but chuckle, rejoicing in the fact that he had managed to knock the mischievous great demon off his game with a mere naming of what their present will hold—something Yichen had never dared to imagine could come so soon. With a playful glint in his eye, he pulled away just enough to catch Zhu Yan's reaction, watching as realization dawned on his soon to be husband.
A swell of pride filled Yichen's heart, because for the first time, he had successfully unraveled Zhu Yan's mind, leaving him amusingly dazed. Then, as Yichen had anticipated, Zhu Yan flipped them while still in shock, and he was now the one pinning Yichen beneath him.
"What did you just call me?" Zhu Yan asked, desperate to confirm that his ears weren't playing tricks on him. Meanwhile, Yichen couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying the rare chance to turn the tables and tease him back.
"Oh, what's this? My proposal for an instant marriage has left you brainless? My beloved fūjūn, did I break you before we even make the bows?" Yichen's playful mockery finally jolted Zhu Yan from his trance, and laughter bubbled up between them.
"You got it, Baobei... you finally got me, but please tell me that you accepting me as your fūjūn isn't just a joke." Zhu Yan's expression said it all, and Yichen simply smiled at him.
"I will never joke about it. I just realized that you are absolutely right. We had no certain future when shouldering such a heavy task. I love you, and that's not going to change in this lifetime, nor, I think, will it change in all the next ones. So I have no real reason to not marry you right now. If we win this, then you can work hard on gaining my father's favor, if he has reservations about our relationship. And if he happens to disapprove outright—well, I must admit, the thought of watching you trying to win him over is a rather amusing one." Yichen's laughter filled the air, bringing a lightness to the moment that made Zhu Yan's heart soar with joy.
"Alright, we have a deal. Either way, my Baobei will have a great time watching me being the perfect son-in-law. And I assure you that I can be very charming, so my Baobei will never be disappointed in his fūjūn..." Yichen couldn't help but smile, finding enjoyment in the reassurance that, oddly enough, made him feel a twinge of sympathy for his father, who had to handle such a dramatically charming son-in-law. Just then, Zhu Yan leaned down and kissed him breathless, just as Yichen had been hoping for.
Following the heated kiss that melted Yichen and left him wanting far more, they needed to take the most important step of his life, first.
"Zhu Yan... we might not be able to soulbond yet, but we can marry according to human traditions. We could bow to the heavens, bow to our family, and finally bow to each other. All of it—right here, right now. It's just a pity we don't have wedding clothes..." But of course, such a small detail was never going to pose a problem when a master of creation was right there.
Zhu Yan's lips curved into a mischievous smirk as he effortlessly uttered a one-word spell. Almost instantly, Yichen looked down to find himself wearing an exquisite midnight blue, almost black and white, robe and a delicate belt, made in gold and red.
The intricate craftsmanship of gold dragons, on soft translucent fabric over his white robe, was magnificently beautiful and hugged his body perfectly. The sensation of the fabric against his skin felt impossibly soft, as if he were enveloped in layers of silk, yet it was more like wearing threads made from rainbow clouds over a layer of a night sky piece.
Zhu Yan donned a striking black and dark blue robe, adorned with delicate ornaments in his hair and all the way down to his belt. He embodied the essence of a demon king, radiating confidence and captivating elegance. It was so innately him that a smile effortlessly graced his lips.
"Baobei, you look absolutely breathtaking in your wedding robe. I know it isn't the traditional red that humans favor, but here in the demon world, this suits you perfectly as a half-dragon. Forget about resembling an emperor; you look like a god. My dragon god..." Yichen grinned, thinking that he could always wear red to the formal ceremony in the human world.
"I should have guessed you'd dress me up in something simple yet fancy. But that's alright; as long as we marry the right way, I'm happy with anything else." With that, Zhu Yan leaned in for another kiss.
What came next was Zhu Yan transforming the interior of their barrier into something utterly reflective of his character—extravagant yet undeniably striking. He crafted a full bedroom of polished and compressed white ice above the lake, with a grand red bed dominating a good part of that space. Yichen lay sprawled across the bed, while Zhu Yan hovered over him. Despite the huge quantity of ice surrounding them, the space only carried a hint of coldness. Like a cool night after a rain.
"You really know how to show off," Yichen teased, playfully nudging Zhu Yan aside so he could sit and admire the masterpiece before him.
The room stretched wide, beautifully reflecting the light of the lanterns and soft moonlight outside. Openings framed a stunning panorama of more icy houses dotting the landscape around them, all nestled by the shimmering lake. Like his beloved had built a small part of a frozen town for him to admire.
Yichen slipped out of bed and strolled toward the open space, his eyes drawn to the magnificent view. The sight was nothing short of enchanting. Yichen felt Zhu Yan's arms wrap around him from behind, a gentle kiss brushing against his neck.
"Do you like it? Water and ice are your dragon elements, so this place suits our wedding perfectly. Plus, you mentioned we need to bow to family, and I know my father would cherish being part of such a significant moment in our lives," Zhu Yan whispered, the warmth of the normally hidden pendant—the only piece of Ying Long's spirit left behind—pressing softly against Yichen's back, an unspoken invitation.
"Alright... I guess I'll have to put in some effort too," Yichen teased, and Zhu Yan's smiled, enjoying a mocking Yichen.
"Not at all, Baobei. You're already my father's favorite son-in-law." Yichen couldn't help but snort at that.
"I'm the only one, so don't try to humor me. I won't fall for it," he replied, and Zhu Yan turned him gently, pulling the pendant from inside his robes, their eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding.
Moments later, they found themselves inside the pendant, stepping into Ying Long's dimension—a vast expanse filled with multicolored glowing flowers that danced beneath a starry night sky. The gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, some evoking memories of Zhu Yan's intoxicating scent, which not so long ago made him go out of control.
Nearby stood a charming little house, simple yet enchanting, from which the demon god emerged, clad in shades of black and white, his wide smile lighting up the night. As he approached, Zhu Yan bowed deeply to his father, a gesture mirrored by Yichen.
"Ying Long..." Yichen greeted him warmly.
"I'm so glad to see you again, my child, especially on such a special occasion. Congratulations on your decision to marry my son. I was beginning to worry he might let this opportunity slip away. He can be a handful, but his heart is in the right place," Ying Long said, a warm smile lighting up his face. Yichen chuckled, his gaze lingering on his beloved by his side.
"Please, father, don't give him more fuel to his fire. He's already learning how to tease me back," Zhu Yan protested, and Ying Long grinned in amusement.
"You brought this on yourself, son, and you've earned it. Zhuo Yichen, you have my full blessing in all matters concerning Zhu Yan. I trust you'll provide him with the balance he needs, and when he gets a little too carried away, you'll know just how to handle it." Yichen offered a respectful bow, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"It would be my absolute pleasure to keep him in line when the moment demands it..."
"Hey, Baobei! Don't agree with father so fast!" Zhu Yan cut in.
"Why are you complaining to me? I'm just taking your father's challenge head-on."
"It's not a challenge," Zhu Yan complained.
"Oh really? Because it sure feels like one to me. You can be quite the handful when you're in the mood."
"I'm not! Well, not all the time, at least..."
"Good luck convincing anyone otherwise." And just like that, Ying Long burst into laughter like he hadn't in ages, the sound ringing out like a refreshing breeze through the air.
"I'm sorry, father-in-law... I just..." However, Ying Long merely waved his hand to brush aside the apology as he regained his composure.
"There's no need for such formality. You're my son now too. Plus, it's delightful to see you both enjoying yourselves. My relationship with Bing Yi was not as lively as yours, but I loved him deeply all the same. Come on in. I was just cultivating the energy of my realm..." With that, Ying Long motioned for them to follow him toward his home. Yet, Yichen found himself captivated by the scenery around him.
The soft blooms stretched endlessly into the valley, their sweet perfume mingling with the cool night air. Above, the stars seemed almost within reach, sparkling against the serene velvet sky. A galaxy stretched like a doorway into another dimension. The peace of the place, the gentle breeze grazing them—it was almost dreamlike. So entranced was he that Yichen didn't notice Zhu Yan standing before him until he accidentally walked right into his open arms.
"Ah, sorry... I got distracted," Yichen mumbled, his cheeks warming with embarrassment. Zhu Yan chuckled softly and turned to his father.
"It seems my Baobei feels more at home outside." Flustered, Yichen quickly tried to protest.
"No, I—" But both Ying Long and Zhu Yan were so alike in their ways of thinking that they weren't convinced in the slightest. They could see right through him as easily as a bird flying in the open sky.
"I believe this wedding is most fitting amidst such beauty rather than within the confines of a cold house. I didn't even light the lanterns, as they aren't truly necessary. Now, come closer, my sons, and allow me to unite you in marriage beneath the watchful gaze of the gods, for this union has been awaited for far too long. May the heavens bless your bond and grant you a lifetime filled with happiness."
"May the stars illuminate your path and support you in all your endeavors. May your love grow with trust and understanding, fueled by passion and gentleness. But most of all, may you always crave each other's company for the rest of your days. Now, bow to the heavens, my sons, and seek their blessings..." And so, they knelt, bowing deeply over the fragrant flowers, as if nature itself were giving them its approval.
Above, in the night sky, a golden dragon appeared out of nowhere, soaring majestically before them. It let out a thunderous roar, then burst into a dazzling display of colorful lights, much like fireworks. The sight stirred something deep within Yichen, leaving him slightly sentimental. A part of him couldn't help but feel that his brother, through Nuwa's bond with Ying Long, was offering him his deepest blessings.
"Ge..." Yichen murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking fusion of his brother's and Nuwa's sparkling show of affection.
"Your brother certainly has a passion for celestial displays. He did the same with Li Lun and the golden snow," Zhu Yan said in a tender tone, his eyes resting lovingly on Yichen.
"It was at that moment I opened my heart to you, surrounded by the gentle glow of my brothers' warm golden snow." Yichen recalled the shynes of their first kiss and the quickening pulse as they ran after each other, playing in the snow.
"And for that, I am both grateful and fortunate that you've given me the chance to be with you." Zhu Yan held Yichen's hand tenderly and kissed it.
Yichen felt a warm blush creep across his cheeks as he and Zhu Yan locked eyes, lost in their own little universe. But a gentle cough from Ying Long jolted them back to reality, breaking the spell that had wrapped around them.
"Honor your family and ancestors, who have guided you and set you on this path so fate could weave your destinies together. Bing Yi had given his blood to the Zhuo family, believing wholeheartedly that their lineage would remain strong and true, dedicated to his legacy of shielding humanity from tainted demons. He was right to trust them, for they stood as pillars of hope and heroes in their own right for generations." Yichen bowed even deeper before Ying Long, swelling with pride because his family had kept Bing Yi's blood pure, honoring the very reason it was given. Zhu Yan mirrored his gesture, equally proud of the two fathers who had shaped him into what he was.
"Zhu Yan, I prayed for your arrival into this world, not just because the fate of two realms rested upon your shoulders, but because without you, Bing Yi and I felt incomplete. Our love for each other was immense, yet there was something missing—a vital piece we both yearned for with all our hearts. Then, at last, we find you, and our joy knew no bounds. Now, watching you find your own missing piece in life fills me with pride and happiness. I bless you both as my sons and as my hope for the harmony between the human and demon worlds." Ying Long concluded his heartfelt blessing, leaving Yichen profoundly touched.
"I am honored to call you my father now, as I will be when we find and rescue Bing Yi," Yichen promised, his heart full of determination, while Ying Long smiled warmly at him.
"Zhuo Yichen, you truly are worthy of Bing Yi's legacy, and when this journey comes to an end, he'll tell you that himself. I'll pour all my hopes into making that wish a reality. Now, my sons, bow to one another and let your love flourish even more from this moment onward. May the stars bear witness as two souls unite," Ying Long declared. As Zhu Yan and Yichen exchanged vows, soft petals started to lift up from the field around them, showering down like a fragrant rain, enveloping them in a tender embrace.
Yichen gazed up at the drifting petals as he rose, savoring the magic of that enchanting moment. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet fragrance while a smile danced across his lips. With a gentle motion, he extended his hand, letting the petals cascade onto his palm.
"You look absolutely stunning like this, fūjūn..." Zhu Yan whispered in Yichen's ear, wrapping his arms around him from behind. Yichen turned, looping his arms around Zhu Yan's neck, and drew him in for a kiss—a kiss that marked their love as official and sent a thrilling rush through Zhu Yan's veins. Just then, a soft cough from Ying Long broke the spell, causing Yichen to pull away from Zhu Yan, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"I think it's time for you lovebirds to go back," Ying Long said with a warm smile as he approached Yichen. Gently, he touched Yichen's forehead, casting a brief, soft white glow over him. "But first, I have some gifts for you..."
"I've shared all of Bing Yi's techniques with you, so you can try them out later. He would have wanted you to learn them. Plus, there's a little extra surprise for your wedding night..." Yichen felt his cheeks heat up as Zhu Yan chuckled.
"And for you as well, my son. Come here..." Zhu Yan approached without hesitation and received his wedding gift in the same manner as Yichen. When he opened his eyes again after his father's touch upon his forehead, he realized they were back in their ice chamber, lying upon their magically warm wedding bed. His beloved was nestled securely in his arms.
"Fūjūn..." Zhu Yan murmured softly, but Yichen silenced him with a kiss that ignited the flames of anticipation already smoldering within Zhu Yan.
Words became unnecessary; he could sense the whirlwind of emotions swirling in Yichen's very being. They had exchanged their vows, their souls resonating in a beautiful symphony of love, and now their bodies pulsed with a heat that threatened to engulf them both.
Yet this time, it wasn't a wild, chaotic blaze. Zhu Yan felt gratitude for his father's wisdom, as he sensed his father's strength soothing his demon energy while Yichen's dragon half found its balance.
"Ā Yan..." Yichen moaned as he realized it too, already undressing his husband, under the warm light of lanterns and ice.
"Yichen... Whatever you desire from me, it's yours for the taking. Let's not hold back, not tonight..." Zhu Yan whispered, his voice a warm invitation as Yichen tugged at his belt, a hint of impatience dancing in the air for the second time that night.
"I know..." Yichen murmured, his voice soft yet laden with significance, for that night held a special magic woven from more than one thread. He would move mountains before letting such a rare opportunity slip away. With a playful smirk, he leaned in and kissed his spirited white monkey, stealing away his senses in a whirlwind of devoted love and passion.
AN: Should I write the honeymoon? Or simply keep up with the story and write the honeymood when the formal wedding take place? Let me know in the comments, because this chapter was gettting too long. Thanks for reading and I hope you like the flash wedding. Until next time, take care.