Chapter 221

On the third night of the newlywed couple's marriage, Cang Xuan had indeed drunk a bit too much. At the family banquet, Xiaoyao was sitting right beside him, and he could even catch her unique, familiar scent. Unfortunately, Chenrong Xinyue's face powder was far too pungent and annoying! At this moment, with his back turned to Xinyue, he was clutching the jade pendant, lost in deep thought... Suddenly, a warm and soft form pressed against him. Displeased by the cloying scent of powder, he frowned and remained still... A clumsy, shy series of kisses brushed intermittently against his earlobe and neck. Cang Xuan closed his eyes. If only this were Xiaoyao; she would never need to stoop to this... If only it were Xiaoyao... The thought instantly sent a surge of intense excitement through him... If it were Xiaoyao... Raising a hand, he snuffed out the last pearl lamp in the room. In the darkness, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him... Cang Xuan was a completely different man now, burning with fiery passion yet gentle as water. Amidst the intertwining of fire and water, Xinyue—drowning in his overwhelming passion and endless tenderness—caught the sound of a trembling, hazy whisper through her fuzzy pain: "Xiaoyao..."