Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Is that okay now?

Di Shiyin waved the wine glass in his hand, leaned over and pressed her onto the bed——

There was a slight flinch in Feng Qingyu's eyes, and she raised her hand to touch his chest: "Master...Master——"

Di Shiyin looked down at her, candlelight dancing in his eyes like stars in the deep night sky. He did not speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her quietly, waiting for her to speak.

His eyes were locked on her face, quietly, but extremely compelling.

Feng Qingyu almost burned under his gaze, and the heat waves on her pretty face exploded. She panicked, and suddenly touched a certain place on her body with one hand, and unexpectedly came out with a hand.

There were a bunch of paintings, thirty or forty in total: "Master, I-I still have some paintings here, you-you can comment on them..."

Di Shiyin: "..." On the wedding night, he was asked to comment on the paintings? What on earth does his little wife think? Is she still escaping? What is she escaping from? Still can't accept him?

He looked at her for a long time, finally let go of her body, lay down next to her, closed his eyes slightly: "Go to sleep." Although his blood was boiling, he would not do anything like this.

Force her——

Since she still couldn't accept it, he could only wait -

After all, five hundred years have already passed, and I don’t care if I wait a little longer.

He was not disappointed, but as long as she could stay by his side so that he could always see her and protect her, he would feel better

With a wave of his hand, the wedding candles on the table were extinguished, and the room fell into darkness——

The ambiguous atmosphere that originally flowed in the room gradually faded away, and only each other's quiet breathing could be heard in the night——

Feng Qingyu: "..." She also knew that her behavior just now was a bit awkward, but - but she was really a little frightened...

She paused for a moment in the darkness, pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and hugged one of his arms quietly: "Master, are you angry?"

I'm not angry, but I'm a little disappointed. No matter who is rejected on their wedding night, they will feel uncomfortable, not to mention Di Shiyin, who has endured it for more than five hundred years...

Her warm body was slightly pressed against his, causing his blood that had just calmed down to boil again. His body stiffened slightly, he quietly pulled out his arms, moved slightly towards the bed, and sighed.

He said: "No, it's late, go to bed." If she came close to him again, he really couldn't lie down any more. Either he would force her down, or he would go out and take a cold bath with Feng Xiaoxun...

Feng Qingyu: "..." She stiffened slightly. In fact, she didn't want to reject him, but there was still a little shadow in her heart...