Soon, the clinking of porcelain sang the most beautiful melody in the world. Hearing this melody, the plum blossoms bravely blooming in the cold outside all blushed shyly. They secretly buried their heads in the snow, allowing the snow to cover them, and sank into a gentle slumber in the tender breeze.
At this moment, the moonlight grew even whiter. Inside the room, it didn't feel like winter at all. Although the heating wasn't very strong, it made one's blood boil. A thin layer of mist had even formed on the French windows. A handprint appeared on the mist, but soon, it was covered by a large hand.
The moonlight stayed awake, and the lovers didn't rest.
Outside the window, even the snow was falling quietly. The wind was gentle, the snow was gentle, and the moon was gentle. Everyone couldn't help but peek, fearing to disturb the newly - wedded lovers in the room.
With a clear sound like a broken porcelain, daybreak was approaching. The golden sunlight suddenly replaced the moonlight and shone into the room, reflected by the white snow.
At this moment, the two people, sweating profusely, were lying on the bed, gasping for breath. Even so, Song Yi'an refused to let go. He grabbed the red quilt and wrapped his beloved in it, then pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her thick, black hair that might be stained with his sweat.
Li Qiyu felt as if she had been reborn after a great ordeal. Every part of her body ached.
She wasn't a naive girl, and this body wasn't inexperienced either. But after this night's折腾, there were several times when she almost knelt down and begged him to stop.
But unfortunately, now that Song Yi'an had tasted her sweetness, he was reluctant to let go. In just a short while, his hand couldn't help but reach inside again. Li Qiyu quickly pressed his hand firmly under her bosom.
"I'm tired." Her voice was hoarse and tearful, which made Song Yi'an feel heart - ache.
Only then did he realize that his insatiability had exhausted her.
Song Yi'an quickly hugged her lovingly and said, "It's my fault. I should have taken better care of you."
No one apologizes on their wedding day. Li Qiyu shook her head and smiled bitterly. But she didn't have much energy to talk to Song Yi'an. She buried her head in Song Yi'an's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Then, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already afternoon.
The space beside her was empty.
Her whole body was still weak and sore. Li Qiyu struggled to sit up and found that she had already changed into clean pajamas at some point. Her body had also been clearly wiped and cleaned, feeling much fresher than before when the sweat was sticking to her clothes and hard to separate.
When Li Qiyu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she felt that her legs weren't her own. Because of the soreness, she could only walk with her feet turned out. Just then, the phone on the table rang. Li Qiyu trotted a few steps and felt a sharp pain. She hissed and couldn't help but curse Song Yi'an for being so rough. Then she walked to the table and picked up the phone.
Coincidentally, the caller was none other than Song Yi'an's father, Dong Ge.
After answering the phone, Dong Ge's tone was very anxious. He asked, "Xiaoyu, is Xiaoan still at the hotel?"
Li Qiyu shook her head and said, "I don't know. I just woke up. What's wrong?"
"Isn't it the day of Song Yunsheng's trial this afternoon? I received a message that someone secretly sent weapons to Song Yunsheng. I guess he must be holding a grudge and wants to fight to the death. I called Xiaoan, but no one answered. I'm already on my way to the court. You must tell him to be careful."
Hearing this, Li Qiyu was alarmed. After hanging up the phone, she called Song Yi'an, but the phone rang on the bedside table. It turned out that he didn't take his phone when he went out.
How could he be so careless!
Li Qiyu picked up the phone. Ignoring the pain in her body, she quickly changed her clothes and rushed out.
On the way, she quickly called Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was leisurely listening to music in the car. Seeing that it was Li Qiyu calling, he naturally didn't dare to neglect and quickly answered.
"Madam."
"Where's Song Yi'an?"
"Sir has been at the court for a while. I'm waiting for him outside. What's wrong? Do you need to talk to Sir?"
"You go find him quickly and tell him that Song Yunsheng has weapons. Tell him to be on guard. Xiao Wu, please, you must protect him well."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu suddenly felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He quickly got out of the car and ran towards the court.
After all, Song Yunsheng was a well - known figure, and this case was related to the inheritance dispute of the Song Group. So outside the court, it was crowded with reporters trying to get information. When Song Yunsheng was escorted out of the prison van, the flashlights of the reporters were aimed at his haggard face, and no one could stop them. At this moment, Song Yi'an was standing on the steps, coldly looking at Song Yunsheng, who had become a prisoner and looked extremely embarrassed.
He didn't deserve it. He not only didn't deserve Li Qiyu, but he also didn't even deserve to be his opponent.
Song Yi'an suddenly wanted to leave. He felt that all this was meaningless. It would be more comfortable to go back and hold his wife in his arms.
Song Yi'an turned around and walked down the steps, while Song Yunsheng was walking up. Because of the interference of the reporters, even the prison guards were struggling. In this chaos, a silver light suddenly flashed from Song Yunsheng's sleeve. Taking advantage of the prison guards' distraction of pushing away the on - looking reporters, he raised a dagger and rushed towards Song Yi'an.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
Song Yi'an, you ruined me, and I'll ruin you too!
He rushed forward desperately, not caring that he accidentally injured several reporters. No one expected him to suddenly attack, and the scene was completely out of control.
When Xiao Wu arrived, he saw this thrilling scene. He was separated from the chaos by about ten meters. Seeing this situation, he could only shout anxiously to remind.
"Mr. Song, be careful! There's a knife!"
Hearing Xiao Wu's shout, Song Yi'an came to his senses. He looked in the direction Xiao Wu was pointing at in surprise and saw Song Yunsheng, with a ferocious face and completely crazy, rushing towards him. Even the handcuffs on his hands couldn't stop his determination to kill him.
"Song Yi'an, you ruined me. Give me your life!"