C1 Passing Through Wedding Night

The lights were dim. On the wide Simmons bed, Qi Zhenzhen was in her silk pajamas, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In a daze, her body was heavy, and a pair of large hands gently brushed over her body like feathers, from her forehead to her lips, to her chin, and then. . .

The warm breath in her breath slowly sounded. That person clumsily slid across her lips, ticklish. . . It was crisp, very numb. At first, it was probing. It was gentle.

"Hiss. . . " That person suddenly used too much strength and bit her lips.

"It hurts. . . " Qi Zhenzhen woke up from the pain.

She secretly felt annoyed. She did not even have a boyfriend, why did she have such a dream?

Her body was cold and hot. She could not help but open her eyes to see that there was a strong body supporting her.

She was so scared that she was about to die. She looked down. . . And it was cold. Her body had already blossomed with red plum blossoms.

"No. . . No, who are you? Let go of me. " Qi Zhenzhen struggled hard. What was going on? She had clearly locked the anti-theft door.

"My wife. . . I am your husband. " The man on her body saw the woman below resist and his face turned red in embarrassment. His hands hugged Qi Zhenzhen's waist and it was smooth and tender. He was so scared that he did not know how to release it.

"Pervert, lecher, I am going to call the police to arrest you. "

"My wife, don't be noisy, don't be noisy. " Fu Zimo was scared to death by such a fierce Qi Zhenzhen. He turned around and was about to get down. At the same time, he was surprised and bewildered. Wasn't she a fool? This didn't seem like it.

He was so anxious that he thought about it again and again. In a trance, he forgot that his left leg was broken. He couldn't use any strength after falling off the bed. He fell to the ground and felt dizzy.

"Zimo. . . " The noise in the room was so loud that it attracted Fu Zimo's family.

"I. . . I am fine. " Fu Zimo lied on the ground and fell hard. He did not even dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved, he would break his hands again.

Qi Zhenzhen did not care about Fu Zimo. After breaking free from the restraint, she casually wrapped the blanket around her body and looked around.

In the antique room, there was a pool of acidic wood furniture. The paper window was covered with big red wedding words.

What the f * ck! Where was this place? Who was getting married? Her sweet and cozy princess house?

Her super large soft bed?

"Still not helping me up, my parents and servants will be coming in later. " Fu Zimo raised his head and saw the bride in a daze. He couldn't help but scold her softly.

Could this bride really be a fool?

He had only broken one leg, and now he had fallen to the point of marrying a fool. He thought that he was once a divine child praised by everyone in Willow Town. He was able to write at three years of age, and he was able to write at seven years of age.

Qi Zhenzhen did not care what Fu Zimo was thinking. She covered her clothes and used a lot of effort to pull him up, staring at him.

He was dressed in red and had a slender figure. He was strong and had fair skin. He was still standing tall somewhere.

"Bastard. " Qi Zhenzhen lifted her leg and was about to kick him.

"Zimo. . . " The people outside did not leave. When they heard the noise inside, they immediately shouted anxiously.

Qi Zhenzhen was shocked and quickly retracted her leg. She looked outside and suddenly felt a pain in her head. She shouted loudly and hugged her head as she frowned and cried out.

"Zimo. " The people outside became even more anxious and even reached out to push the door.

"It's fine, Mother. You should rest first. " Fu Zimo stared at a girl on the bed who was half naked. Her delicate skin was sparkling under the red candle.

"Hey, don't get too tired of your legs. " After giving a detailed explanation, Li Shi turned around and left.

Fu Zimo was left behind, staring blankly at the woman on the bed. What was wrong with this person? He was so fierce just now, but now he was holding his head with both hands and lying there with his eyes tightly shut. Could he be dead?

Fu Zimo reached out and touched Qi Zhenzhen's nose. His breath was heavy. He took a deep breath. Luckily, the bride was not dead.

He looked down and saw that the bride was not bad looking. She had an oval face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a small nose tip. Her cherry lips were pink, and they were red and swollen from having been bitten by him.

Fu Zimo saw this and his heart was beating wildly. This was his wedding night, and he had only done half of it just now, so he had to continue.

"Hey. . . Qi Zhenzhen. " He remembered that her name was this.

Qi Zhenzhen was engulfed by a large amount of memories that did not belong to her. Her head hurt and her body trembled slightly.

Fu Zimo saw her frown and kindly poured a cup of water for her to drink. He then patted her face.

Qi Zhenzhen was soaked in the warm tea and only felt that her mind was a little clearer.

"Qi Zhenzhen, quickly wake up. "

"You called me?" Qi Zhenzhen's headache slowed down. The candlelight made her eyes uncomfortable and she kept blinking. Under the light, her eyes were bright and transparent. Fu Zimo looked and was puzzled. Was this the fool of Willow Tree Village, Qi Zhenzhen?

"Who are you?"

Fu Zimo twitched the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, he could not think too much. He was just a cripple and could only be matched with a fool.

The room was filled with big red wedding words. They were in the same room, and just now, they had almost become husband and wife. But now, she had come to ask him who he was.

"You are my. . . Husband?" Qi Zhenzhen searched the chaotic memories in her mind. The word husband rolled around in her mouth and immediately disappeared.

She patted her head and the memories that had caused her pain once again swept across the sky and covered the earth.

She had transmigrated and her real body was also called Qi Zhenzhen. She was a fool who had been scolded since she was young. She was married and her husband was the young scholar, Fu Zimo, who had broken his leg in Willow Town. His family was well-off.

Fu Zimo's eyes were once again attracted by Qi Zhenzhen's clear eyes. His handsome face revealed some curiosity as he asked,

"You are not a fool?" Qi Zhenzhen's eyes were so beautiful and quick-witted. She was completely unlike those other fools in town.

"You are the fool. Your entire family is a fool. " Qi Zhenzhen did not even blink as she retorted. She scolded Fu Zimo until he opened his mouth and looked at her. He did not move at all.

The bride scolded so fiercely that it showed that she was really quite ill. He was a normal person and did not want to lower himself to the level of a fool like her.

"We. . . Got married. " Fu Zimo pointed two fingers and looked down at Qi Zhenzhen's clothes. There were still traces of his plowing on the snow white peaks. His hair was wrapped around by the middle snow white thighs, showing a perfect curve.

Fu Zimo's emotions, which he had just suppressed, were immediately overturned. His breathing became heavier, and his heart was beating wildly.

Qi Zhenzhen panted as her eyes saw her thighs. She quickly wrapped her long dress tightly around her waist and looked at him sideways. Her body moved and there was a tearing pain coming from her lower body. She was so angry that she could not control herself. Bloody hell, it was the first night that she had kept for so long. It was actually broken by an ancient person.