Yan Zheng followed her gaze and glanced at the things in his hand, and said with a smile, "On the wedding night, I still have to talk about the rules of drinking wine."

Yan Wanwan laughed.

Yan Zheng had already walked to the side of the joyful couch and sat down beside her. He first filled a wine glass and handed it to her, then filled another glass, put down the wine pot, turned his head, and looked at her. I wonder if it was because of the joyfulness of the room. In the slightest candlelight, the eyes seemed to be lit.

He moved first, stretched out his hand, and a gentle smile was always on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were filled with nervousness and expectation.

Yan Wanwan smiled and bent her red lips, stretched out her hand, hooked her arms, and they leaned over each other and had never been so close to others, especially a man. This feeling was a bit novel and a slight discomfort.

However, as the wine with a faint fragrance was swallowed into her mouth, Yan Wanwan felt fluttering, comfortable to her toes, narrowed her eyes, and almost sighed with satisfaction, but there was nothing else? She accidentally bumped into a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling on the other side. She was shocked and quickly corrected her expression. After closer inspection, the other party's eyes were indeed smiling, but they were always warm, without any attack power.

"Let me leave the clean room here for my wife. I'll go to another place to wash." After Yan Zheng said that, he turned around and left.

The door opened and closed, Yan Wanwan smiled with peace of mind. So far, the person he married was pretty good, as gentle as jade and considerate.

A candlelight burst out from the side. With a "crackling" sound, she suddenly woke up and her eyes tightened suddenly. She seemed to have accidentally forgotten something? Tonight... it was their wedding night!

When Yan Zheng finished washing and returned to the new house with a homely bamboo green color, Yan Wanwan had already washed it and changed into a homely dress. Her hair had spread apart, and her blue hair was spread out on her shoulders, surrounding her already small face, showing two small pieces of tiny.

She sat upright on the edge of the bed. As soon as he entered the door, she looked up, her expression slightly tense, without the relaxation she had just now.

Yan Zheng saw behind her, in the middle of the bed, folded up with a quilt and gathered in the middle of the Chuhe Hanjie. He suddenly understood something and raised his eyebrows and looked at her silently.

Yan Wanwan also happened to take a look at him, and unexpectedly confronted him with his eyes. He felt a little injustice and coughed guiltily, "That... Although we have become relatives, we are helpless and have been hasty. In addition, we don't understand each other, so if we are worthy of our reputation now, we are afraid that we will be embarrassed. Anyway, there are no elders at home, otherwise... let's give us more time to adapt to each other. If it is not suitable..." Then let's separate, which is a timely stop loss?

Yan Wanwan thought very well, but the man in front of him was an absolute native. And as long as he insisted on following the Three Books and Six Rites, he was afraid that he was a bit pedantic in his bones. In this era, there were many blind marriages and mute marriages. If he felt that he would naturally implement her husband's power? Should he really cut the groom out on the wedding night? Yan Wanwan rubbed his finger and thought.

"Okay!" Unexpectedly, as she was talking while thinking, Yan Zheng suddenly responded.

Yan Wanwan was stunned instead and looked at him with two points in disbelief.

The latter still smiled warmly, "You are right, we really need to know more. Since you feel embarrassed, I will talk about this later."

It's so easy to talk to? It seems... he really agreed to marry her because of that decree. It's good that he's the same as it is, and he doesn't have to feel guilty.

Yan Wanwan's heart suddenly relaxed, but for a moment, she tensed up because of the figure who suddenly sat down beside her. She stared at Yan Zheng froze, but the latter looked back at her calmly, "I have agreed to my wife's request, but I have several conditions, and I hope my wife can also respond."

Yan Wanwan blinked and moved his throat, very fair! "Uh...you said!"

"This first one, no matter why my wife got married to me, I was serious. Since I got married, I never thought about separating myself from my wife in the future. I hope my wife will not say similar things in the future, and husband and wife are one. I hope my wife will work hard with me for our future. This one should not be too much, right?" His voice was always clear and smooth, and his tone was even slower, falling into his ears, which sounded so nice that it could make his ears pregnant.

"No..." Yan Wanwan looked up at his eyes that seemed to be Jinghai, and shook his head, "Not too much!" He guessed what she hadn't finished just now, and... he seemed a little angry?

"It seems that my wife has agreed, that's fine." Yan Zheng nodded, "The second thing is that we are husband and wife. The thing you are worried about can be postponed for the time being, but you and I cannot sleep in separate beds." As he said that, he raised his eyes lightly and glanced at the bed.

"The last point is that we are married. I call you my wife, and my wife should change the name of me."

Yan Wanwan was a little dizzy when he was hit by this call. In other words, what did she call him before? She had seen him a few times before she got married. Like others, she called him "Mr. Yan". After getting married, she seemed to have only called him once... "Hey"?

She blinked, was she unhappy because of this? Although her face was still gentle and her tone was gentle, the usual smile on her face disappeared.

He suddenly turned his face and grabbed her secretly looking at her eyes, "My wife didn't say anything. It seems that she has no objection to what I said?"

"But what am I calling you?" Yan Wanwan blinked, stunned, really worried.

"What do you think?" Yan Zheng looked at her.

Yan Wanwan actually had an answer in his heart. He was just a title. He had really been in this world for a long time and was assimilated to become reserved. Yan Wanwan took a deep breath, hesitated and hesitated, "Husband...husband?"

Yan Zheng didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on her, but suddenly it became a little deeper, and there seemed to be a swelling of ink in the eyes.

Yan Wanwan was inexplicably panicked by seeing her, her eyes slightly moved, thinking that he didn't like it?

He suddenly curled his lips and smiled. The smile was like a star, scattered in his eyes, illuminating all his eyes, "Call it again!"

The sound was soft and heavy, as if it contained endless charm, pulling people into the sea of ​​stars in his eyes.

Yan Wanwan silently recited the word "coloring" in his mind and used a knife on his head. He couldn't be lustful anymore. He quickly lowered his eyes and avoided the enthusiasm in his eyes. "It's nothing at this time, what are you calling me?" But his ears were slightly hot.

Yan Zheng looked at her, and his eyes were about to stay on the tip of her slightly red ears for two more days, but he did not continue to be reluctant. He smiled and said, "To be fair, if you have any conditions, you can raise them."

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Chapter completed!