I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

Even though Yang Tongchuan's elder brother had already added some water to his wine beforehand, the quantity was still too large.

His colleagues wanted to get him drunk, his relatives and friends wanted to get him drunk, and his neighbors wanted to get him drunk too.

Moreover, the diluted liquor was extremely unpleasant to drink, making Yang Tongchuan's stomach uncomfortable.

After seeing off all the guests.

Yang Tongchuan was finally able to return to his bridal chamber only after his sister-in-law, along with her maid and a hired helper, had finished cleaning up the mess.

Standing at the door of his new house, Yang Tongchuan mentally prepared himself.

He told himself that this time was different from the last, and that Xiangxi was different from that woman.

Slowly push open the door.

It was the scene in her imagination: Xiangxi sitting obediently by the bed, her head covered with a red veil, waiting for her.

Yang Tongchuan thought of the paintings he had made, and his blood boiled with excitement, all his energy focused on one thing.

Lifting the red veil of Xiangxi, she looked at the face she had longed for day and night.

"I've finally married you."

Yang Tongchuan reeked of alcohol, which immediately bothered Xiangxi.

"My sister-in-law brought over some hangover soup, let me get it for you." Xiangxi tried to avoid it, but Yang Tongchuan saw through her plan.

"Stop running. You'll get this sooner or later anyway. What's the point of running?" With that, he pressed Xiangxi down onto the new bed.

He turned sideways and picked up the toast from the low stool beside him.

I didn't have a chance to drink it last time, but I definitely have to this time.

Yang Tongchuan seemed afraid that Xiangxi would regret it.

Holding his hand, she drank the entire toast they had shared in one go.

Xiangxi, who was drinking for the first time, choked and coughed, his face turning red.

Yang Tongchuan gave Xiangxi no time to catch her breath.

He immediately started tearing at Xiangxi's clothes.

"Don't rush, I'll do it myself." Xiangxi was afraid that Yang Tongchuan would tear the nice clothes if he used too much force.

In addition, Xiangxi remembered his sister-in-law's instructions: If he wants it, just give it to him.

Xiangxi gave up the idea of ​​resisting early on.

Yang Tongchuan hadn't expected Xiangxi to react this way.

He thought that given Xiangxi's shy and timid nature, he would have to force himself on her tonight in order to get his hands on her.

As Xiangxi tremblingly unbuttoned the first button, Yang Tongchuan's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Yang Tongchuan wanted to urge Xiangxi to hurry up, but he didn't want to ruin the beautiful scenery.

Fortunately, Xiangxi didn't keep him waiting too long.

After taking off her wedding dress, she was only wearing a thin undergarment.

Xiangxi looked at Yang Tongchuan, who was staring at her without moving, and thought he was standing there waiting for her to serve him.

She mustered her courage and approached Yang Tongchuan, raising her hand to help him undress.

A warm, fragrant scent drew near.

Yang Tongchuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The reason he hasn't completely shut down Xiangxi's fan club yet is simply because he's still waiting to see what Xiangxi will do next.

He didn't know how Xiang's sister-in-law had taught Xiangxi about bedroom matters last night, but it was clear that Xiangxi had learned well.

After helping Yang Tongchuan take off his wedding clothes, Xiangxi didn't know what to do next.

My sister-in-law's exact words were, "You just lie there, and the man will move on his own."

But is that really the case?

Xiangxi was uncertain because what her sister-in-law said was not quite the same as what was depicted in the book.

The illustrations in the book all depict young men actively hooking their arms around their partners in various ways, and several illustrations even show the man lying on the bed with the young man sitting on top of him.

Yang Tongchuan was still waiting for Xiangxi's next move, wanting to see what surprises this little husband could give him, but Xiangxi made no move for a long time.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Tongchuan didn't dare to speak loudly, afraid of scaring the quail.

"I won't do it next." Xiangxi lowered her head in shame.

This matter in the picture book is too difficult for Xiangxi.

Well, so the appetizers are all served. What time is Yang Tongchuan wasting standing here?

He grabbed Xiangxi and threw her onto the bed.

Xiangxi was so frightened by Yang Tongchuan's rudeness that she screamed.

She immediately covered her mouth again.

I was afraid the other people in my family would hear.

When that dark, indistinct thing appeared in front of Xiangxi, Xiangxi felt that he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

Because this thing is completely different from the one in the picture book; it's thicker than Bao'er's forearm.

I really will die.

Xiangxi felt like he was a big bone that had just been cooked out of the pot, and the little bit of meat at both ends was eaten up in a few bites by Yang Tongchuan, that hungry wolf.

Xiangxi felt terrible and subconsciously tried to push Yang Tongchuan away, but Yang Tongchuan ignored her strength as if it were just a joke.

"Wait, wait a minute." Just as Yang Tongchuan was about to breach the city gate, Xiangxi called out a halt.

That shout almost knocked Yang Tongchuan down at the gate.

"What's wrong?" Yang Tongchuan suppressed his anger and lingered at the city gate of Xiangxi with his last remaining rationality.

"Touch this." Xiangxi took out something her sister-in-law had prepared for her from under her pillow and handed it to Yang Tongchuan.

I thought to myself: My sister-in-law wouldn't harm me. Maybe after applying it, the pain will really go away.

Yang Tongchuan knew what it was as soon as he picked up the small bottle.

It's his fault. Young men and women are inherently different, and he actually forgot about that.

Sister-in-law Xiang splurges a bit; she bought one with a floral scent, which has been specially formulated to have a warming effect.

Inside the bed curtains, Yang Tongchuan, who had finally succeeded, let out an excited growl and firmly held down Xiangxi, who was trying to escape at the last minute.

Xiangxi's tears fell like beads from a broken string, soaking her pillow.

My sister-in-law is lying. Didn't she say it would be over soon? Why isn't it over yet? I'm in so much pain.

The carved wooden bed with its mortise and tenon joint structure dutifully fulfills its mission.

The precise interlocking of the tenon (protruding part) and mortise (recessed part) on the wooden components ensures a stable and reliable fit, preventing them from separating due to any external force.

The commotion in the west wing eventually reached the east wing where the eldest brother lived.

The older brother, who was listening, was also itching to have the same experience with his wife.

However, Mingle was too tired from preparing for her second brother's wedding these past few days and fell into a deep sleep early.

Just as the older brother was getting a taste of it, his wife ruthlessly slapped away his mischievous hand.

"Go to sleep peacefully, we have to get up early tomorrow to help my second brother and his husband return to their parents' home."

Well, if his wife wouldn't give it to him, there was nothing he could do. The older brother could only stuff two cotton balls into his ears and go back to sleep.

The sounds from the west wing rang intermittently throughout the night.

She didn't know what time it was, but in her hazy state, Xiangxi felt a warm cloth wiping her body.

Xiangxi tried to tidy up herself, but her hands and feet wouldn't obey her commands.

"Just lie down, I'll do it." Yang Tongchuan went to the kitchen to fetch some hot water that had been left over, wiped the drool off Xiangxi's body, and then opened Xiangxi's dowry chest to find him a set of undergarments to change into.

Yang's mother was right. The dowry chest contained only two quilts, the things she had brought with her when she was betrothed, and a few old clothes.

Fortunately, the Yang family had anticipated this situation, and Yang's mother had already made several new outfits for Xiangxi and placed them in Yang Tongchuan's closet.

Otherwise, if Xiangxi didn't even have a decent set of clothes to wear, outsiders would laugh at the Yang family.