Miss Truth
Chapter 465 - 303: The Pitfall of Consummation_2

Chapter 465: Chapter 303: The Pitfall of Consummation_2

So when Xiao Song ended up with not a single garment left on his upper body, Ran Yan had yet to even reveal her neck. It was maddening!

The annoyed expression on Xiao Song’s face provoked Ran Yan to laugh uncontrollably, her clear and melodious laughter causing Xiao Song to be momentarily startled. Ran Yan often smiled in front of him, but this was the first time she laughed so heartily; any impatience in his heart melted into tender affection, and his kiss, gentle and lingering, lightly touched her forehead and the hair beside it.

Ran Yan’s laughter gradually subsided as she looked up at Xiao Song. His lips were stained with her color, turning a vivid red that somehow made his handsome features even more charmingly seductive.

As the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes, a low exclamation came from behind them. Although the voice was cut off halfway, both Xiao Song and Ran Yan were alert individuals and immediately turned to look together.

At this glance, Ran Yan instantly felt as if her head was about to explode—with maids and old women all around looking at the two either with surprise or suggestive expressions.

On the other hand, Xiao Song sat on the edge of the couch, while Ran Yan straddled his lap with disheveled clothing. Xiao Song’s upper body was completely bare, and the headwear that was originally on had already slipped onto the couch. His long hair streamed down his back, revealing his well-defined and beautiful muscles.

Ran Yan was in no mood to appreciate his physique and immediately buried her head in his neck, whispering softly, "Xiao Yuezhi, you’d better deal with them quickly."

Xiao Song did not disappoint, his brows furrowed, and the natural authoritative aura of his decisiveness and quiet anger surfaced. His deep voice, rough with restrained desire, firmly commanded, "All of you, out."

Ran Yan listened with bated breath and only relaxed slightly when she heard the rustling sound of people exiting.

Xiao Song turned her face towards him and smiled, "You were quite eager to get the fire going just now, but now you’re embarrassed?"

"Not at all," Ran Yan firmly denied, coughing dryly and giving him a stern look. "I just think that showing yourself like this is a bargain for others for no reason."

Xiao Song didn’t expose her pretense, picked up an undershirt to wear, and tidied her clothes so that they looked neat enough before saying, "That was my oversight."

After the groom entered the bridal chamber, the servants would come in to help the couple change clothes and serve a simple dinner. The preparation time wasn’t too long, but who knew the two would become so entwined. Talking about such matters would indeed be embarrassing.

"What’s wrong with being eager? Let whoever wants to talk, talk." Ran Yan genuinely didn’t care, though being watched while being intimate earlier was a bit embarrassing.

"No harm, even if it got out, at most they would say I’ve never tasted a woman and couldn’t wait." Xiao Song laughed heartily, tying the sash of his undershirt and tousling her hair. "Let’s have dinner first."

Indeed, that’s how it was, and besides, Ran Yan used to have a very strong sense of pride. However, Liu Qingsong had shattered it more than once, and now she wasn’t as strong-willed anymore, "I’ll eat after I’ve removed my makeup."

Xiao Song indulged her and called out loudly, "Someone come."

Outside, the servants led by Wan Lu and another maid filed in, their faces flushed red, not daring to look at Xiao Song. Wan Lu was still somewhat composed, but the newly added maid Qing Luo was frequently making mistakes.

Ran Yan glanced at her through the copper mirror, Qing Luo had a fair share of beauty. Wan Lu was forthright, Ge Lan was reserved, but this Qing Luo was quiet and gentle, exuding a scholarly aura, clearly not an ordinary maid. Her expression was a mix of anticipation and fear, and her eyes occasionally drifted towards Xiao Song.

Ran Yan suddenly remembered what Xing Niang had said: on the wedding night, two accompanying maids had to be present throughout the entire process, and these two would eventually be taken into the house as concubines, according to custom. Not to mention whether she would take them as concubines, the thought of performing the act of love in front of others made Ran Yan feel mortified.

What an absurdly embarrassing bridal chamber custom! She must think of a way to deal with this...

Wan Lu had been startled by the scene she had just witnessed, but she had now regained her composure and deftly helped Ran Yan remove her makeup. After cleansing her face in the copper basin, she wiped her down with a damp cloth and finally applied the ointment.

While Ran Yan went behind the screen to change her clothes, Xiao Song cleaned up a bit in the adjoining room.

By the time both had returned in front of the low table, clad in white underwear, Ran Yan wore a bright red satin dress on the outside, which made her plain face and deep black eyes look beautiful and mysterious.

Ran Yan did not like wearing red; she thought it was like blood, but because she could still eat while looking at bodies soaked in formalin, wearing red for someone she cared about was not unbearable.

The two sat face to face, quietly eating. Ran Yan was too hungry to finish more than half a bowl of rice, while Xiao Song, already filled with drink, ate very little.

After rinsing their mouths and washing their hands, the maid quickly cleared everything away, and Ran Yan ordered, "Boil a pot of porridge and prepare some light dishes."

The maid obeyed and left, while Xiao Song, not knowing what she wanted the porridge for, did not ask.

This time all the servants withdrew, leaving only Wan Lu and Qing Luo behind.

The room was filled with tranquility, only occasionally broken by the soft crackling sound of the burning red candles. The two looked at each other across the candlelight.

"My lord, my lady, it’s getting late; you should rest early," Wan Lu reminded them dutifully. Ran Yan had promised her a good marriage without becoming a concubine, so she felt no pressure at this moment.

"Lady," Xiao Song said, his rich voice sounding particularly melodious when he uttered those two words.

A thrill ran through Ran Yan’s heart, and her face involuntarily flushed with color. Unable to keep staring at him, she lowered her eyes and murmured softly, "My lord."

Xiao Song’s eyes were filled with amusement as he reached across the table to hold her delicate hand, pulling her up and walking towards the bed.

Qing Luo blushed profusely, following Wan Lu into the inner room.

Wan Lu held out a white silk handkerchief to Qing Luo, who took it and climbed onto the bed to spread the handkerchief on top.

Ran Yan knew all the procedures by heart and lay down without hesitation.

Wan Lu knelt on the bed, removing Ran Yan’s clothes, while Qing Luo helped Xiao Song undress—her face already red to the roots of her ears, her delicate earlobes as tender as coral beads. She said softly, "Lady, this is your first time receiving affection, please my lord, be gentle." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)