A good marriage is hard to find.

  Xiao Heng kicked away the last layer of obstruction, one foot stepped into the tub, amidst the splashing water, his scorching broad chest enveloped her slender and delicate body, his large hands supported her waist that was not even a handful, he lowered his head and gently nibbled on her small and delicate ear, his low and husky voice carried a suppressed smile, he said: "No need to bother, for husband and wife to bathe together, isn't it more romantic?"

  He finished speaking, and deliberately pulled her waist tighter, making their bodies tightly entwined, with no gaps in between, clearly feeling the scorching heat and changes on each other's bodies. The momentary collision of their souls made both of them unable to suppress the low moans from their mouths (Zhu Men You Nu Chapter 070).

  The original intention was that Xiang's hand seemed to be electrified, from top to bottom, wherever it passed, a string of sparks flew. The water in the bathtub had gradually cooled down, splashing against the skin all over the body again and again, but couldn't dispel the heat of the muscles. On the contrary, between this cold and hot, the body became more and more sensitive, easily moved to emotion.

  Half of her was sinking, half was annoyed. The remaining light saw Xiao Heng's eyes dark and his breathing rapid. His original intention was not willing to be delayed, so he flipped over and sat on his lap, with his soft arm draped over his shoulder. His red lips lightly touched his, then quickly separated, and his pale body rubbed against his chest. He smiled brightly and said: "Husband, do you like it this way?"

  Sweat beads the size of beans dripped from Xiao Heng's forehead, he gritted his teeth and endured the commotion caused by her movement just now, saying in a low voice: "I like it."

  Then, without waiting for Yuan Yi to speak again, he picked up Yuan Yi and stood up, casually took a bath towel from the clothes rack beside him, roughly wiped off the water droplets on both of them, then pushed away the things like guiyuan on the bed, gently put Yuan Yi down, and pressed down with his sturdy body.

  Yuanyi was startled and pushed his shoulder, saying: "Wait a minute, Yuanpa."

  This shout made Xiao Heng suddenly wake up, pressed her head and kissed her for a while, then reluctantly got up to rummage through the box to find Yuan Pa. Yuan Yi couldn't bear to look at him and let out a low sigh, saying: "In the auspicious plate on the table."

  Xiao Heng's body stiffened, and he only then noticed the silk quilt beside him. He pursed his lips, silently picked it up, returned to the bed, placed it under Yuan Yi's body, and pressed down again.

  What made him collapse was that Yuan Yi pushed his shoulder again and said, "Wait."

  Xiao Heng finally lost his patience, his eyes bulging as he bellowed in a rough voice: "What are you waiting for? Are you going to let people consummate their marriage or not?"

  Originally, I was angry and amused, although I felt that I was indeed a bit inhumane, but I couldn't lose the momentum, with a domineering attitude, I gave him a good scolding, who knows how he'll behave next.

  She pushed him away with force, rolled to the side and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, saying coldly: "You're really something, daring to yell at me. I won't consummate the marriage tonight, what can you do to me?"

  Looking at Yuan Yi who was wrapped up tightly, Xiao Heng was stunned, anxious and jumped his feet, threatening: "What's wrong with you, I'll hit someone! Come out quickly for me!"

  "Not at all!"

  "Can you come out?"

  "Get out!"

  Xiao Heng was so angry that his liver started to ache, looking at Yuan Yi who was frowning and refusing to compromise. In the end, he could only yield and smile wryly: "Good wife, good intentions, you can come out now, I'm suffering."

  Yuanyi's eyes glanced down at him, and her face immediately turned red as she looked away, clearing her throat before saying, "It's not that I won't go out, but you have to go blow out the candles."

  Xiao Heng looked at her incredulously, "This is it?"

  "What did you think?"

  Xiao Heng glared at Yuan Yi with a fierce gaze, grumbled and said "You didn't say it earlier." Then he went to blow out the red candle, took advantage of the moonlight outside the window to get into bed, pulled Yuan Yi onto his body. At this third attempt to press down, his body paused, warning: "I'm warning you, if you dare to stop again, I'll really get angry... Be serious! What's so funny?"

  Yuanyi was originally amused by his awkward appearance, but the next moment was a tragic turn of events, as a severe pain suddenly tore through his body, like a dull knife cutting flesh, as if he was being slowly tortured to death. Yuanyi, who had not been injured or bled in 15 years, felt unbearable agony.

  Xiao Heng was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he rushed forward recklessly. Yuan Yi was furious, her eyes brimming with tears. She had never been one to swallow her anger, so she lifted her foot and kicked Xiao Heng off the bed without warning.

  There were just a few loud crashes and creaks, followed by a low moan, and then complete silence.

  At this time, Su Mei outside the door heard the sound, startled, and knocked on the door, shouting, "Miss, what's going on?" Isn't it in the bridal chamber? Why does it seem like they're dismantling a house, with constant banging sounds from just now.

  Upon hearing Su Mei's voice, Yuan Yi snapped out of his daze and hastily shouted: "Nothing's wrong, don't come in!" Then he quickly got down from the bed, only to see Xiao Heng lying on the plush carpet with his eyes closed, seemingly having fainted.

  She was startled by her own guess, if it were true, how would she face others? She hastily approached him, patted his cheek and called out softly:

  Xiao Heng?

  "From afar?"

  "Your husband?"

  "Wake up."

  He had called out several times without getting a response, and Yuan Yi's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself that something was wrong. He couldn't stop thinking about whether or not to call for help, but if he did, how would he explain it? Should he say it was because of excitement, no, that wouldn't work, or because it was too dark, so Xiao Zuo had accidentally fallen while trying to get away from him?

  This idea seems pretty good.

  She was just about to get up and dress when she felt a dizzy spell, and by the time she came to, she was already lying on the carpet. Xiao Heng was rummaging through her clothes while coldly laughing and said in a low voice: "Because you were so excited that you fell out of bed? Do you still want to call for a doctor? Hmm, Zhu Yuanyi, are you not ashamed?"

  Emotions are fake, causing her to worry for nothing. Yuan Yi suddenly glared at him with a bad temper and said: "Anyway, it's not me who lost face."

  "How dare you talk back?"

  "How dare you talk back to me..."

  Before she could finish speaking, she was completely swallowed up in Xiao Heng's kiss. This time the kiss was too beautiful and gentle, letting her gradually sink, throwing away the argument from just now, clinging to his neck, wholeheartedly welcoming it.

  Perhaps with the buffer of time, when Xiao Heng carefully entered again, Yuan Yi no longer felt pain, but instead felt a thrilling rush that pierced her soul, making her unable to help but let out a low moan. Amidst the vague and obscure surroundings, she seemed to see Xiao Heng let out a sigh of relief, after which he lost his rationality in the ups and downs, unaware of what year it was tonight.

  It's unclear if he had wronged Xiao Heng before, but that night he exerted himself to torment her until the Eastern Star rose the next day, and by then Yuan Yi had long been exhausted into a deep sleep.

  It had just been a little over an hour when there was a soft rustling sound outside. Through the golden silk flowered soft curtain, Su Mei called out in a low voice: "Young lady... young madam, it's getting late, you should get up."

  However, Yuan Yi did not wake up, but Xiao Heng slowly woke up and saw that the person in his arms was still asleep, with a faint dark eye circles and an exhausted face. He thought of last night's absurdity and flashed a visible regret and pity in his eyes, and hurriedly instructed the outside: "Don't make noise, let your wife sleep for a while."

  Su Mei heard this and looked at the middle-aged woman with a stern face beside her, saying: "Qian Niangniang, the young master and mistress have not gotten up yet, you see..."

  "It seems that the young mistress hasn't gotten up yet." Qian Yigu looked at Sumei with a faint glance, sneered and said, disregarding her suddenly changing complexion, with a sarcastic smile: "Anyway, the madam is not in a hurry to do this now, waiting for the young mistress won't make a difference either."

  Su Mei hastily apologized and said, "As a junior, how could I let you wait, Madam? Please sit for a moment, I'll go call the young mistress to get up." She then turned to instruct the maid Banzhao, who had come from the Zhu household, saying: "Banzhao, the young mistress overslept and can't greet Madam in time. Go ahead and report her mistake to Madam's quarters." After Banzhao went out to pay her respects, Su Mei called over Nianmei and said, "Nianmei, chat with Madam for a bit to pass the time, I'll take my leave for now."

  Lanmei responded with a "yes" and handed a cup of hot tea to Qian Mama, saying crisply: "Qian Mama is a capable mama by the madam's side, her whole demeanor is not ordinary, I haven't even seen anyone like that in the Zhu household."

  What a place the Zhu Manor is, it's a centuries-old aristocratic family, even an ordinary maid is not simpler than others, let alone an experienced old servant like you. Although Qian Mama knew that these words were just flattery, she was still pleased to her heart and her smile on her face became more sincere, saying: "Young people all have a clever tongue, know how to talk, but after all, they are servants who serve others, who can be more noble than whom?"

  Although she was humble in words, she could also hear a few points of disobedience to the slaves and servants of Zhu's house, it seems that she really had some ideas in her heart.

  Lan Mei's dark eyes rolled around, and she hastily smiled: "Isn't that so? In the Zhu household, if a servant doesn't gain the master's favor, their days are also spent miserably. Who can compare to Qian Niangniang, who is the mistress' confidante and has won the envy of countless maidservants?"

  Qian Nainai unknowingly thought of something, a hint of complacency flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but overflow with a smile. She hastily picked up her teacup to cover it, took a light sip, and unexpectedly savored the aftertaste. Even when sitting next to the mistress, such good things were hard to come by, yet here, she could freely brew some for this servant girl to taste.

  A hint of unusual color flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Good tea."

  Lan Mei seemed to be unaware of the deep meaning on her face, and smiled innocently, pointing to a nearby cherry blossom, saying: "Thanks to Cherry's good craftsmanship, whether it's serving ink or brewing tea, she's always skilled."

  Money's mother did not follow Qiu Mei's pointing gaze, but saw a small maid with two buns taking clothes from the trunk. When she noticed her gaze, she bowed and curtsied, elegant and quiet, with an air that ordinary girls couldn't match.

  Her gaze couldn't help but look towards the inner room with soft curtains, thinking to herself that these maids were one more ruthless than the last, and their master must not be a simple character either.

  Although they had not met yet, Qian Gu Gu couldn't help but look up to Yuan Yi a few more times.