Is it OK now?

Indra waved his wine glass in his hand and leaned over to pick her up—

Feng Qingyu's eyes slightly retreated, and he raised his hand and pressed his chest: "Master...Master--"

Di Shiyin looked down at her, and the candlelight jumped in his eyes, like a star in the deep night sky. He didn't say anything, but just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her quietly waiting for her to speak.

His eyes were locked tightly on her face, quietly, but extremely forced.

Feng Qingyu almost started to burn under his eyes like this. The heat waves on her pretty face exploded. She felt panic. She suddenly touched somewhere on her body and found a stack of paintings, with thirty or forty pictures: "Master, I-I have some paintings here, you-you-please comment..."

Indra: "..." He asked him to comment on his paintings on his wedding night? What did his little wife think? She is still escaping? What are you escaping? Still can't accept him?

He looked at her for a while, finally let go of her body, lay down flat, and closed his eyes slightly: "Let's sleep." Although his body was full of blood, he would not force her to do this in such a thing-

Since she still can't accept it, he can only wait-

Anyway, five hundred years have passed, so I don’t care about waiting for a while.

It's not that I'm not disappointed, but as long as she can stay by his side, so that he can see her and protect her, he will feel at ease.

With a wave of his hand, the candle on the table was extinguished, and the room was in darkness-

The warm and warm atmosphere was gradually fading away, and only the quiet breathing of each other in the night was heard--

Feng Qingyu: "..." She also knew that her behavior just now was a little bit terrible, but - but she was really scared...

She paused in the dark for a moment, pursed her lips, reached out to hug one of his arms quietly: "Master, are you angry?"

I was not angry, but it was true that I was disappointed. No matter who was rejected on my wedding night, I would feel uncomfortable, let alone Di Shiyin had been tolerating for more than 500 years...

Her warm body pressed against him slightly, making his blood that had just calmed down slightly and boiling. His body froze slightly, he pulled out his arms quietly, moved his body slightly to the edge of the bed, and sighed lowly: "No, it's getting late, go to bed."

If she approached him, he would really not be able to lie down. He would not force her to rectify the Dharma, but would go out to take a cold shower with Feng Xiaoxun...

Feng Qingyu: "..." Her body also froze slightly. In fact, she didn't want to reject him, but she still had a little shadow in her heart...
Chapter completed!