Since that was the case, it would be fine as long as those people did not co to provoke him again, but if they insisted on courting trouble...
If Rong Xingyu had a tail, it would probably be wagging right now, like a little fox borrowing a tiger’s might.
Ding Yixin’s gaze deepened as he watched him like this.
Rong Xingyu was still imagining how impressive it would feel to strut around boldly with Ding Yixin backing him up.
He put his hands on his hips as he walked with swagger.
Then he suddenly realized that if he walked sideways like that, wouldn’t he look like a crab?
The thought amused him and he could not help letting out a soft laugh.
Only then did he realize that his wrist had once again been caught by Ding Yixin and pressed against the bed.
Rong Xingyu: "???"
He blinked a few tis and silently asking Ding Yixin what was going on.
Ding Yixin answered by placing a kiss on Rong Xingyu’s collarbone.
Gradually, the atmosphere between them began to shift.
A faint blush crept onto Rong Xingyu’s face and as if ticklish, he turned slightly to the side trying to avoid him.
"Yuyu, tonight is our wedding night," Ding Yixin said with a low chuckle, deliberately reminding the suddenly bashful Rong Xingyu.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
They had already been an old married couple for so many years was it really appropriate to suddenly talk about a wedding night?
Rong Xingyu pressed a hand against Ding Yixin’s face, trying to push him away.
"That’s not true..."
Even if it was a wedding night, it was not truly theirs alone.
Rong Xingyu suddenly choked on that thought.
That was right, they were using other people’s bodies.
If they were to be intimate...
His body suddenly stiffened and the blush on his face faded considerably.
Seeing his expression, Ding Yixin imdiately understood what Rong Xingyu was thinking.
His fingers snapped quietly in the dark.
"Yuyu, open your eyes and look at ."
When he heard this, Rong Xingyu opened his eyes and saw a face so familiar it could not possibly be mistaken.
Ding Yixin was still dressed in bright red wedding robes, yet his face had returned to the way it used to be.
Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened in surprise and he subconsciously lifted a hand to touch his own face.
"I also..."
Ding Yixin nodded with a smile.
Rong Xingyu asked, "What exactly is going on?"
Could things really be done like this?
"I suspect you still have sothing you haven’t told , and now I’ve got evidence," Rong Xingyu said faintly.
"Now these are both our own bodies," Ding Yixin said, gently stroking Rong Xingyu’s hair.
Although Rong Xingyu had already gone back to having short hair, wearing such an exquisitely tailored wedding robe did not look out of place on him at all.
Ding Yixin leaned close to Rong Xingyu’s ear and said in a low voice, "I’ll tell you afterward. It’s an auspicious ti on an auspicious day, we shouldn’t waste it."
Rong Xingyu said, "You’re still thinking about that!"
"A short separation is like a new marriage."
"..."
Through a sleepless wedding night in the bridal chamber, Rong Xingyu personally experienced the full force of the phrase "a short separation is like a new marriage."
And he firmly declared that he never wanted to hear those words co out of Ding Yixin’s mouth ever again.
Of course, by the second day of the marriage, the story of General Ding being kicked out of the bedroom by the newly appointed general’s wife and having no choice but to sleep in the study room quietly spread among the servants of the general’s residence.
While rubbing his aching waist, Rong Xingyu cursed Ding Yixin in his heart.
That man had gone too far, he only knew how to bully him.
Rong Xingyu had known before that Ding Yixin had once devoured energy from different systems and taskers.
But Rong Xingyu had not expected that after all that, Ding Yixin would still have so of that energy left over.
The more Rong Xingyu rubbed, the more aggrieved he felt, until even his hands were starting to ache.
He let out a heavy snort and called for the maid waiting in the outer room.
The Mu household had originally sent several dowry maids along to the general’s residence, presumably to keep an eye on him and prevent Rong Xingyu from doing anything out of line.
At the sa ti, they could pass ssages back to that scumbag father and the others.
But ever since yesterday, Rong Xingyu had not seen those dowry maids again and he had no idea where Ding Yixin had sent them.
The one on duty outside now was a young maid from the general’s residence nad Xiaoi.
She was not very old and if she were in modern tis, she would probably have just started middle school.
Yet she seed clever and lively, very likable.
However, Rong Xingyu’s modern mindset was deeply ingrained and he was not used to being waited on, so he had told Xiaoi to go play outside.
Unless there was a real need, he would not call for her.
At first, Xiaoi had been nervous and afraid, thinking she must have done sothing wrong.
Later, however, she realized that the wife their general had married was genuinely kind.
Not only was he beautiful, but he was also gentle.
He was just a bit fierce toward the general.
As soon as Xiaoi heard Rong Xingyu calling her, she quickly go inside.
"Xiaoi, go to the study room and ask your general to co here for ."
A look of delighted surprise imdiately spread across the little maid’s face. "Madam, you’re really willing to let the general co back! You’re so kind!"
Rong Xingyu was speechless.
The tone sounded as if Xiaoi had been worrying quite a lot about the state of their marital relationship.
Not daring to delay, Xiaoi hurried off excitedly to the study to relay Rong Xingyu’s ssage to Ding Yixin.
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