Uncle Long had just finished speaking and then stood up, waving in a certain direction.
"Co on, it’s your turn now."
Uncle Long disappeared in a flash, and Fu Yunhe returned, his arrival silent and unnoticed, but he was back at this mont.
Nian Shutong under the moonlight, her smile was beautiful, with a gleam in her eyes, all directed at the appearing Fu Yunhe.
Neither of them said much, just smiled foolishly.
In the end, it was Fu Yunhe who stepped towards Nian Shutong under the moonlight, sat beside her, and took the wine jar from her hand, taking a sip first.
"Does it taste good?"
Nian Shutong tilted her head, looking up at Fu Yunhe from below.
Fu Yunhe, through his actions, told Nian Shutong whether it tasted good or not.
He cupped her head with one hand and her waist with the other, letting the fruit-scented wine liquid slide rather disobediently from the corners of their lips.
Fu Yunhe’s actions did not appear rough at all but were instead very gentle, so gentle that Nian Shutong gradually lost herself in the kiss.
Their lips lingered, and the moonlight looked shyly, slipping behind the clouds.
"Does it taste good?"
Fu Yunhe’s voice, slightly hoarse and filled with desire, made Nian Shutong, still in his arms, sowhat lose control, not knowing if it was the intoxication from the wine or the gentleness of the kiss that left her disoriented.
"Let’s spend the night together!"
One sentence made Fu Yunhe, who was holding Nian Shutong, stiffen his fingers a bit.
Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe with a burning gaze, mischievously tapping her hand and saying, "I think you want to as well."
"Nian Shutong, you are playing with fire!"
"Is that so? Then what are you waiting for?"
Nian Shutong threw herself onto Fu Yunhe’s arm, looking weak, as if she were ready to be at his rcy, making Fu Yunhe’s breath rougher.
He wanted it!
He really wanted it!
But sothing was still missing.
Fu Yunhe’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, and Nian Shutong watched curiously, her fingertip sliding over his Adam’s apple, her voice beguiling.
"What are you waiting for?"
What was he waiting for? Fu Yunhe himself didn’t know, so he lowered his head and punished Nian Shutong by biting her lip.
It seed not enough; his lips moved upwards to her nose, her beauty mark, her forehead, leaving Fu Yunhe’s kisses at every spot.
Finally, Fu Yunhe lay down beside Nian Shutong’s ear.
"Nian Shutong, marry again, will you?"
Lying there, Nian Shutong looked up at the vast starry sky, mischievously smiling as she asked, "What if I don’t agree?"
Fu Yunhe’s teeth gently nipped at Nian Shutong’s earlobe.
"If you don’t agree, you won’t get to taste beauty."
"Hahahaha—" Nian Shutong’s laughter grew, her chest heaving with each laugh as she wrapped her arms around Fu Yunhe’s waist, and her head tilted slightly as she whispered into his ear.
"Fu Yunhe, I agree. I’ll marry you again."
Hearing this answer, Fu Yunhe’s chest vibrated with laughter as he held Nian Shutong, feeling imnsely happy.
In the end, they did nothing, sitting together under the starlit sky atop Big Blue’s back, above the endless sea.
"Nian Shutong, you have never been alone; I’m here, always here."
"I know."
Nian Shutong, for once, didn’t say anything to disrupt the mood. They sat there until dawn, and when they stood up, Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong and said, "Why don’t you change your clothes?"
"Wear what you like best, whether it’s from the Cultivation World or the interstellar world, as long as you like it."
Nian Shutong sensitively noticed that sothing significant was about to happen but didn’t ask and changed into one of her favorites from the Cultivation World, sothing she made herself.
The white lining was embroidered with many red flowers at the hem, vivid like fire, and over that was a red gauze that complented the red flowers at the hem.
Nian Shutong let down her usual ponytail, allowing Fu Yunhe to take the wood comb and start brushing her hair.
"Your skills have improved."
"Yes, I’ve practiced in secret."
Fu Yunhe’s reply piqued Nian Shutong’s curiosity, and she looked back, asking, "Who did you practice on?"
"Xiong Da and Ha Ha, with wigs."
Nian Shutong’s mind instantly conjured the image of Fu Yunhe brushing the hair of Xiong Da or Ha Ha, which was truly sweet.
"Didn’t anyone suspect anything?"
Fu Yunhe paused in his movents. Could he say that quite a few people in the Legion were questioning his orientation?
So of Nian Shutong’s fans even mustered the courage to huff at him several tis to express their reproach.
Fu Yunhe didn’t need to answer for Nian Shutong to know what was going on.
She didn’t care about what others thought but appreciated Fu Yunhe’s thoughtfulness. Although it was just simple hair brushing, the last ti she casually ntioned he might need practice, this man took it to heart, and she was touched.
After Fu Yunhe smoothed her hair, Nian Shutong didn’t need any accessories; her pitch-black hair naturally draped over her red dress.
I must say, this attire and style suited Nian Shutong’s free-spirited soul perfectly.
Fu Yunhe took Nian Shutong’s hand, and together they left. When they passed by the flower garden, Fu Yunhe stopped and picked so fresh flowers.
He arranged the colors, weaving a floral wreath, and held it towards Nian Shutong, asking, "Is it okay?"
Having so guesses, Nian Shutong’s bright smile widened, and she said to Fu Yunhe, "Put it on ."
Fu Yunhe obediently and solemnly placed the floral wreath on her head, saying to her, "You look beautiful."
"I know."
Nian Shutong held onto Fu Yunhe’s hand. At this mont, he wore his military uniform, the outfit he respected the most.
"I wear this uniform to tell you that I’m very serious."
"I know."
Holding hands, they walked towards the small wooden house, yet before they reached it, they saw Blue Star inhabitants lining the path to welco them, all dressed beautifully in coordinated colors.
As the two approached, arches adorned with flowers were lifted by residents on either side.
Moreover, flower petals rained down beneath these arches.
"Fu Yunhe, what if I don’t agree?"
"Then I’ll tie you here; in this life, you can’t escape."
This was the first ti Fu Yunhe spoke such domineering words to Nian Shutong, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she felt a bit sweet inside.
"Thank you for giving a real wedding. The sense of ritual truly brings joy."
"What others have, you’ll have too. What others don’t have, you’ll also have."
Fu Yunhe held Nian Shutong’s hand, and after walking a distance, he entrusted her hand to Uncle Long, Blue Star’s esteed elder, and went to the front, waiting for his bride.
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