"What are you going to do?"
With her almond eyes blinking slowly and her long lashes fluttering, Ning Yuwang's voice was even more tender than usual.
"Do what newlyweds should do."
His thin lips brushed past the tip of her ear and then took it into his mouth. "Wanwan, are you ready?"
"Yeah."
Ning Yuwang didn't even realize that her soft murmur of "yeah" had become the irrevocable proof.
Yan Zhao's body pressed down on hers. His broad chest came into Ning Yuwang's view. She didn't have the mind to take a closer look, but her hands were already guided by Yan Zhao to caress down.
The alluring beauty was boundless, and the perfect couple was about to share the same bed.
Ning Yuwang's passive reaction greatly pleased Yan Zhao. Although he was half - conscious, he still managed to suppress the heat in his body. He couldn't be too rash and hurt Wanwan.
He wanted to give Wanwan a wonderful memory.
Ning Yuwang hadn't drunk the aphrodisiac wine, but her body seemed to be getting hot, especially where Yan Zhao had touched. She involuntarily tilted her head back, wanting to get closer, even though she didn't know exactly what she wanted deep in her heart.
Yan Zhao captured her lips, hugged her and lay down under the brocade quilt, and then officially started his actions.
"Um!"
Ning Yuwang's eyebrows knitted slightly. She seemed to be enduring something.
A gentle kiss landed on her forehead. Yan Zhao comforted her with his actions.
"Ziyan, Ziyan."
As she called his name again and again, Yan Zhao's movements changed from gentle to hasty, and his breathing became heavier.
"Wanwan."
She called, and he responded. Their eyes were filled with each other's figures, from far to near, from static to dynamic.
I don't know whose wrist touched the curtain, and the bed curtain slowly fell.
The usually quiet bridal chamber was filled only with the creaking of the bed and soft sobs today, but it was more passionate and fiery than any other day before.
"I'm so tired."
I don't know how much time had passed. Ning Yuwang's eyes were already tinged with amorous feelings. She always thought she was in good physical condition.
But compared with the energetic young master in front of her, she seemed a bit weaker.
She, a dragon princess, couldn't even compare with a human?
Not only was her back sore, but she was also out of breath. She suddenly remembered that she used to think it was her "absorbing yang to nourish yin", but at this moment, she felt that she was the one being "absorbed".
When her eyes stopped being confused and began to move nimbly, Yan Zhao knew that her attention was no longer on him.
"Wanwan, don't be distracted."
Yan Zhao's voice was still full of temptation. The moisture in his eyes had long disappeared, replaced by high spirits.
He was clear - headed at this moment, and there was also a faint suspicion in his heart.
He knew his own body best. Clearly, after drinking the "love - warming water", he was so weak that he couldn't even suppress his cough.
Why, in an instant, did he feel that he had boundless physical strength?
His lowered eyes fell on Ning Yuwang. He seemed to remember that Wanwan had fed him a few drops of warm liquid just now.
But at that moment, he thought it was the clear water on the table.
It seemed that the reason lay with Wanwan.
His wife was really incredibly powerful!
A faint smile appeared on Yan Zhao's lips. Suddenly, he lowered his face. "Shall we continue?"
Although it was a question, he didn't wait for Ning Yuwang's answer before taking action.
Ning Yuwang tried to push him away with her left hand, but he caught it and held it above her head. She could only carefully rub her waist with her right hand.
It seemed impossible!
Her body was about to fall apart.
"Ziyan, don't be too greedy."
If it weren't for the fact that this kind of intimacy could help her recover her spiritual power more significantly, she would probably have refused Yan Zhao's "continuation" long ago.
"Next time... how about next time?"
The usually dominant dragon princess begged for mercy tonight. "I'm so sleepy."
It was okay that she didn't mention being sleepy. Once she did, Yan Zhao remembered her "temptations" since their wedding night. Every time, she slept soundly, leaving him alone in the empty bed, unable to fall asleep.
"Just one last time."
Yan Zhao lowered his head and swallowed her voice again.
Ning Yuwang felt aggrieved in her heart: If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have been so soft - hearted and fed him her dragon blood.
The two of them asked for water three times that night. Yan Zhao always held Ning Yuwang to clean up. The latter became weaker and weaker each time.
Lianye's face was shy yet happy. The young master was so capable tonight!
Without caring about the innocent Lianzi beside her, she happily went to find Mama Wang to report the good news and prepared to make a nourishing meal.
At dawn.
Ning Yuwang finally fell asleep. Even in her sleep, she was extremely restless.
As long as Yan Zhao's hand touched her waist, she would involuntarily open her eyes and then quietly push his hand away.
No wonder there were plots in the romance novels about newlyweds sleeping in separate rooms. She secretly bit her lip. After waking up, she must persuade Yan Zhao to sleep in the study more often.
Yan Zhao had no idea how many irresistible thoughts she had hidden. It was not until dawn that he gradually lost his strength and lay down beside Ning Yuwang.
The light outside was already bright. The early sun was tinged with a pale yellow and quietly shone into the bridal chamber.
But the yellow pear - wood carved and hollowed - out wooden bed in the room had its curtain already drawn, so the beautiful couple inside were sleeping soundly.
Mama Wang had already instructed the servants not to disturb them, so the whole main courtyard was very quiet.
Ning Yuwang was really exhausted. She actually slept for six hours.
When she woke up again, the lanterns were just being lit.
She reached out to touch the side of the bed. There was only a faint warmth left in the brocade quilt. Yan Zhao had woken up earlier than her.
Lianye blushed and handed her a cool handkerchief, hesitating to speak.
"Where... is the young master?"
The coolness on her face made Ning Yuwang seem to wake up completely.
She took a light breath, but her eyebrows couldn't help but frown. It was so sore!
Fortunately, she was always quick to control her voice. Otherwise, Lianye would have heard it and she would have lost her "dragon's face".
"The young master has gone to see Dr. Yan."
Lianye's eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to look into Ning Yuwang's eyes.
Dr. Yan?
Ning Yuwang could tell that there was something hidden from the way Lianye behaved. "Take me to find him."
Since Lianye was too shy to explain, she could only lead Ning Yuwang there.
Dr. Yan was originally a reclusive divine doctor. Later, he was invited by Yan Zhao to be his private doctor.
He was highly skilled in medicine, but he was also rigid and mean - tempered. Even the royal nobles had a hard time ordering him around.
At first, he was too lazy to treat Yan Zhao. Later, when he heard that there was a five - hundred - year - old spiritual ganoderma in Yan Zhao's mansion, he agreed to stay in the mansion for three years in order to use it freely.
The fact that the dragon pearl mentioned by Mama Wang could cure Yan Zhao's illness was also found by Dr. Yan in an ancient book.
Unfortunately, this year was the third year. If they still couldn't find the legendary dragon pearl.
Dr. Yan proposed that the young master's mansion should prepare a coffin for Yan Zhao early, because he wouldn't live past twenty.
And Yan Zhao was now nineteen.
All of the above was what Ning Yuwang heard from Lianzi.
Perhaps because of their unprecedented intimacy, Ning Yuwang faintly had the idea of looking for precious medicines to cure Yan Zhao's illness.
Just because he was hers!
For the sake of their marital relationship!
While thinking, she had already arrived at the south courtyard where Dr. Yan lived. It was a spacious and sunny courtyard.
Except for the main courtyard, it was the best place in the young master's mansion.
And Yan Zhao was coughing violently in the courtyard. His face was pale, and his weak body kept swaying.
Dr. Yan felt his pulse and frowned coldly. "I've told you long ago that your body is not suitable for having sex at present. How dare you be so capricious and do it so many times? Do you not want to live anymore!"