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He raised his eyes, and his deep gaze fell upon the woman's pure and flawless eyes. In a short moment, he lost himself in thought, and even though her face still had the vicissitudes of life from the prison, her eyes were still untainted by even a speck of dust. Her heart was clean, and all her grudges were only caused by that person.

Xu Muyun looked at the storm in the depths of his eyes and wanted to avoid his shackles. Her body kept backing away until her waist hit the small table by the window, and she had no other way out, so she could only let him gaze at her.

With a trembling voice, he asked, ”What do you want to do?”

”What can a husband and wife do on their wedding night?” Han Rui grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. The hot breath from his nose onto her face made her feel like her breathing had sped up and she was about to suffocate.

Her heartbeat seemed to have stopped at that very moment. Her warm palm pressed against her back, while Han Rui breathed softly beside her ear, ”Don't be scared, we're husband and wife, I won't hurt you, never.”

This promise moved her heart. She subconsciously nodded and gave him a reply. Her long arms held her in their embrace, her hot body pressed against his, and she could feel a subtle change in a part of him.

His face was buried in her neck, drawing in her weak breath. Xu Muyun was unable to adapt to this intimate action for a while, and always wanted to refuse. For a man, what he couldn't endure the most was this sort of teasing.

He knew who she was and had forgotten about the pain from the past. Now, at this moment, she was only his new wife, and her delicate hands were on his waist to bring him closer to her.

Han Rui's cold, thin lips, hot body, and the stimulation of her ice and fire senses caused Han Rui's delicate kiss to fall on her thin neck. Her body carried a natural fragrance, but that fragrance wasn't chemical synthesis, it was the unique scent of her body, and it only belonged to him.

The last string on his body cracked. The charming wedding night had only just begun. The room was filled with a strong sense of love and joy, and the air was filled with the unique scent of a joyous wedding.

Xu Muyun fell asleep in his arms. Han Rui got up and filled the bathroom with warm water. He wiped the sticky liquid off her body, put on clean sheets, and carried her to sleep again.

The next morning, although Han Rui had used up a lot of his physical strength the night before, he still opened his eyes early after getting used to waking up early. He looked at the time, and at seven in the morning, he pulled out her arm from under her neck.

He opened the cupboard and found that there was no more rice in the rice box. He shook his head; this Han Qizheng, after staying here for a few days, had the family's food flow very fast. Fortunately, he had some family background, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to raise it.

Helplessly putting on his shoes, he prepared to buy a bag of rice from the supermarket downstairs, picked up the key, and went downstairs. While he was still immersed in happiness, he didn't realize that when he went out, there were a few pairs of eyes that followed him upstairs.

Their destination was his home. They knew that his house used the most advanced fingerprint locks, and those people even brought their master to break the lock. After a few moments, he opened the door and walked in.