I've been bullied and humiliated for thirteen years; when I wake up, I'll be bloodthirsty.

Chapter 944 Finale 3

Even after finishing the wedding wine, Lu Yangyang was still unable to recover from the imperial edict issued by Zong Que.

Seeing her dazed expression, Zong Que chuckled and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and gently brushing his lips against her neck. "Snap out of it, Yangyang, this is our wedding night."

Lu Yangyang blurted out before she thought, "This is the second wedding night, and it's in the same place."

Zong Que chuckled softly, "Yes, it's the same person."

Lu Yangyang blushed instantly. On their wedding night, putting aside all the helplessness, Lu Yangyang only felt that Zong Que was a good person, and she had no reason not to marry him.

As for romantic relationships, she was oblivious and didn't have time to think about them.

All he could think about was how to cure Zong Que's leg.

But this time was different. She liked him, and when she saw him, she couldn't help but want to hug him, get close to him, and even... think a little more.

Therefore, the wedding night that followed was not the same as the previous wedding night.

Zong Que gently kissed her flushed face, "So, Yangyang, do you know what we should do next?"

Lu Yangyang's heart was pounding. What she was thinking and what she was actually feeling were completely different. For a moment, she was at a loss. "I...I...what should I do?"

As soon as she said those words, Lu Yangyang almost bit her tongue.

It was incredibly embarrassing for a doctor to ask such a stupid question on her wedding night.

She instinctively tried to cover it up, "No, I will, I mean..."

The more you try to describe it, the more confusing it becomes.

Zong Que had already kissed her lips, swallowing her voice little by little.

"Yangyang, I love you so much..."

The red candles flickered, and the night was filled with a sweet fragrance.

When the morning light streamed into the gauze curtains, Lu Yangyang couldn't even lift a finger.

She leaned against Zong Que's arm in a daze, her eyes closed, and spoke very seriously, but her voice was hoarse for a long time before she could make a sound, "I think, maybe, we're not suitable for each other."

Zong Que kissed her lips to ease their dryness, and replied indistinctly, "What's wrong? I read the book."

"No, I didn't mean you're bad,"

"Then I'll trouble you, my wife, to train me well."

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