Note: Chapters 128 to 129 has mature content. Readers not of a mature age, skip chapters 128 to 129.

Hao Yan Che carried Yuan Gun Gun to the bed.

‘You’re right,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘The dinner dishes tonight are a little strange.’

‘Wha…’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

Hao Yan Che kissed Yuan Gun Gun’s lips, and took off her nightshirt.

‘Um… Che… no,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che lips planted butterfly kisses on Yuan Gun Gun’s face.

‘Che… tickles,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che sucked one of Yuan Gun Gun’s nipples, and his hand kneaded her other breast.

‘Um… Che…’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun’s hands gripped the bedspread.

‘Little rice ball,’ Hao Yan Che called.

‘Where?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Here,’ Hao Yan Che said and kissed Yuan Gun Gun’s lips.

Yuan Gun Gun was dazzled by Hao Yan Che’s beautiful face. She licked his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Hao Yan Che took off his nightshirt, and pulled down Yuan Gun Gun’s underpants.

‘Che… it’ll hurt,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Don’t be scared,’ Hao Yan Che. ‘It won’t hurt this time.’

Hao Yan Che caressed Yuan Gun Gun’s face and gently kissed her lips.

‘Che… no,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘I’ll be really gentle,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che caressed Yuan Gun Gun’s breasts, and her nipples hardened.

‘Um…’ Yuan Gun Gun moaned.

Hao Yan Che nibbled from Yuan Gun Gun’s ear to her collar bone. The feel of her naked body underneath his body made his shaft throbbed.

Yuan Gun Gun arched her back and rubbed her body against Hao Yan Che’s body.

Hao Yan Che felt the wetness between Yuan Gun Gun’s legs and he entered halfway inside her.

‘Um… ah,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun wrapped her arms around Hao Yan Che’s back.

‘Little rice ball, wait a bit,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che thrusted all the way inside Yuan Gun Gun’s tight body.

‘Ah…’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out.

‘Don’t cry,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che gently wiped Yuan Gun Gun’s tears off her face and tenderly kissed her lips.

‘Hurts,’ Yuan Gun Gun said and shook her head.

‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘It won’t hurt soon.’

Hao Yan Che slowly moved in and out of Yuan Gun Gun.

‘Um… Che,’ Yuan Gun Gun called.

Yuan Gun Gun didn’t know what the tingling vibration between her legs was. She dug her fingernails into Hao Yan Che’s back.

Hao Yan Che could smell Yuan Gun Gun’s discharge. He thrusted harder in and out of her dampness.

A while later, Hao Yan Che lifted Yuan Gun Gun’s bottom, and ejaculated deep inside her.

‘Ah… um… Che,’ Yuan Gun Gun murmured.

Yuan Gun Gun’s arms and legs clung onto Hao Yan Che’s sweaty body, and she orgasmed again.

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Hao Yan Che stroked Yuan Gun Gun’s sweaty hair.

‘Does it hurt?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Then let’s do it again,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che kissed Yuan Gun Gun’s wet eyelids.

‘Um… no,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che withdrew from Yuan Gun Gun’s body. He turned her onto her side, held her waist from behind and thrusted deep into her dampness.

‘Um… Che… ah…’ Yuan Gun Gun murmured.

Hao Yan Che cupped Yuan Gun Gun’s breasts, she gripped his arms and he groaned in her ear.

Hao Yan Che didn’t let Yuan Gun Gun sleep until early morning.

The following afternoon, Yuan Gun Gun woke up. She couldn’t move her aching body. She opened her eyes, and saw her naked body lying on top of Hao Yan Che’s naked body.

‘What… how…’ Yuan Gun Gun mumbled.

‘They’re called breasts,’ Hao Yan Che teased.

Yuan Gun Gun covered her chest.

‘You… I… you… I,’ Yuan Gun Gun mumbled.

‘Loved each other last night and this morning,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun blushed, and didn’t know what to say.

Hao Yan Che got out of bed, and walked naked to the bathroom. He was comfortable being naked in front of Yuan Gun Gun.

Yuan Gun Gun laid in bed, and pitied herself. She felt like she was the only woman who didn’t remember what happened on her wedding night.

After the bathtub was full of herbal water, Hao Yan Che carried Yuan Gun Gun to the bathroom.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. She hugged Hao Yan Che’s neck. ‘I don’t want to.’

Yuan Gun Gun remembered how her body stung the last time she soaked her body in herbal water.

Yuan Gun Gun laid on top of Hao Yan Che’s body in the bathtub. He stroked her back, and diverted her attention.

‘Where do you want to go on a honeymoon?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘What?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Honeymoon,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Paris,’ Yuan Gun Gun said carelessly.

Hao Yan Che narrowed his eyes.

‘Hehe… you can decide,’ Yuan Gun Gun said sweetly. ‘It doesn’t matter where we go as long as we’re together.’

‘Then we don’t need to go on a honeymoon,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘OK,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Forty-five minutes later, Hao Yan Che helped Yuan Gun Gun dressed.

‘Dry your hair,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Where are you going?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Downstairs,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Oh,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun blow dried her hair, and thought about why Hao Yan Che was unhappy. Was it because she said she wanted to go to Paris?

Half an hour later, Mrs Chen brought a tray of food to the master bedroom.

‘Good morning aunty Chen,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘It’s afternoon now,’ Mrs Chen teased. ‘Eat while the food is hot.’

‘Yes aunty Chen,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Where’s Che?’

‘Young master is in the study room,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘He’ll come here soon.’

‘Oh,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Gun Gun, you received a box of chocolates,’ Mrs Chen said.

‘For me?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Yes,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘Eat it slowly.’

Mrs Chen left the master bedroom to give Yuan Gun Gun privacy.

Yuan Gun Gun opened the box of chocolates from Paris. Inside were her favorite chocolates, a new phone and a letter from Na Liu Ting Du, ‘Gun Gun, congratulations on your wedding day, I love you.’

Yuan Gun Gun cried and hugged the phone like she was hugging her big brother.

When Hao Yan Che walked into the master bedroom, Yuan Gun Gun was staring at the phone in her hands.

‘Che, this is…’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Are you done eating?’ Hao Yan Che interrupted.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Then what are you doing standing in the middle of the room?’ Hao Yan Che asked. ‘Are you waiting for me to serve you?’

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun sat on the sofa. Hao Yan Che grabbed her phone.

‘My…’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Your what?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

HaO Yan Che put the phone on the table, and Yuan Gun Gun sighed in relief.

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End of Chapters 128 to 129