Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Feng Xiaoxun took a breath. Now that he had found Feiyue, he naturally had no thoughts of seeking death, let alone quarreling with himself. He slightly lowered his eyes and half-floated on the water, silently running the Melting Fire Technique——

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They had been away for so long, but in the wedding room, the red wedding candle was still burning high, with no intention of shortening it.

The candlelight danced on the faces of the two people, and a trace of ambiguity circulated in the room.

Di Shiyin lowered his head and looked at Feng Qingyu. Under the candlelight, her snow-like skin was dyed with a faint crimson color, making her face even more delicate and beautiful.

"Qingyu -" he whispered, taking her into his arms: "You are finally my wife." His voice was like a quiet stream, flowing into the wedding room, making Feng Qingyu's heart skip a beat.

She couldn't help but hug his waist gently, rest her head on his chest, listen to his strong heartbeat, and just holding him like this, she felt that the joy in her heart seemed to overflow.

"Master - don't forget me again -" she whispered, her tone slightly choked with sobs. Apparently, the memory loss that Emperor Shiyin suffered more than five hundred years ago left a deep impression on her.

She was not afraid of the sky or the earth, she was just afraid that he would forget her. Such a heartbreaking experience was enough once, and she did not want to experience it a second time.

For the past five hundred years, she had stayed by his side as a loli, firstly to punish him for his plot against her, and secondly, because she was a little afraid, fearing that she would give up her body and mind again and get the same harm a second time...

Di Shiyin's heart ached. That hurt left a shadow in her heart, so why didn't it leave a shadow in his heart?

Although she has been staying by his side for the past five hundred years, she has kept secret about that past event and never mentioned it. The less she mentions it, the more it proves that she has not let go, but just escaped subconsciously. Now she finally said it in his arms,

It proves that she has begun to untie the knot in her heart...

He lowered his eyes and kissed her gently on the forehead, solemnly promising: "Never again!" No one in this world can plot against him.

But in order not to repeat the same mistakes, he used a spell on his soul. Even if one day his memory is tampered with, he will not forget her. He will always remember that she is his most beloved wife...

His lips pressed against her forehead, and the warm feeling could almost penetrate into her heart. She pursed her lips and said half-seriously: "If you forget me again, I'll just go drink Meng."

Po Tang simply forgot about you..."

"Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to forget me!" Di Shiyin moved his thin lips down, kissed her small nose, sucked the corner of her lips, and spoke in a low voice.

His voice was as sweet as a cello, with a hint of ambiguity, lingering on her lips. Feng Qingyu panicked inexplicably, and stepped back, slightly out of his grasp: "Master, we... we haven't drank yet.

Give me a glass of wine——"

Emperor Shiyin's eyes were as deep as wine, and seemed to be burning with fire. He had been waiting for this moment for five hundred years. Was that ceremony so important?

However, he didn't want to leave any regrets for his young wife. With a flick of his sleeves, two glasses of wine appeared out of thin air on his white jade palm: "Okay, let's have a drink together."

His ability to retrieve objects from afar was indeed even better! Feng Qingyu had no choice but to pick up one of the glasses, intertwined his arms, put their foreheads against each other, and drank the glass of wine...

After a glass of wine, her cheeks were as bright as peach blossoms, making Di Shiyin's blood boil -