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"That, that won't do," Yun Kexin thought for a moment and still felt that Feng Yinxiao sleeping on the floor was a bit absurd. "There's no reason for this, and I won't allow you to do that."
Under Feng Yinxiao's astonished gaze, Yun Kexin got off the bed, tidied up the bedding and pillows on the floor, put them in the closet, and then lay back down on the bed. "Since we have this," she pointed to the porcelain jar in her hand, blushing as she said, "Feng Yinxiao, it would be more appropriate for you to sleep with me."
At this point, Feng Yinxiao didn't know what to say. He simply lay down beside Yun Kexin, his handsome face flushed, not daring to look in her direction.
"Yun Kexin, get some rest," he murmured as he turned away from her, facing the door. "We have to get up early tomorrow; everyone is waiting to see the new Wife." Feng Yinxiao tried to sound playful.
Yun Kexin was taken aback, looking at Feng Yinxiao who was bent over with his back to her. She couldn't quite grasp what she was feeling—at the moment she decided to "share a bed" with him, she had already prepared herself mentally. She had become his wife; sharing a room and consummating their marriage was reasonable and something a wife should do. Perhaps it would feel awkward at first, but over time she would "get used to it."
However, she hadn't expected that Feng Yinxiao's earlier suggestion of sleeping on the floor was not just a joke or a casual remark. He truly had no intention of "invading" her space and even came up with such a plan to silence any potential gossip. She suddenly wondered if she was being "narrow-minded." But now that it had come to this, there was no point in overthinking it; it was better to take things one step at a time.
Yet, whether it was because she had arrived in an unfamiliar place or for some other reason, despite the late hour, she found herself unable to sleep. Lying in bed tossing and turning while thinking about what had happened that night made it increasingly difficult for her to fall asleep. She wanted to talk to him but feared disturbing him; instead, she kept her eyes wide open staring at the now silent wedding chamber lost in thought.
"Can't sleep?" came Feng Yinxiao's voice from the other side, as if he had already fallen asleep. "Yun Kexin, is it because suddenly sharing a bed feels awkward? If so, I can go to the lounge or study; it's fine."
Yun Kexin quickly replied, "No, Feng Yinxiao, don't think too much. Maybe I'm just too 'excited.'" She took all the blame upon herself. "Did I disturb your rest?"
"No," Feng Yinxiao chuckled lightly and continued chatting with her casually. "Yun Kexin, my family network isn't very complicated. My father and Stepmother have one legitimate daughter named Feng Yuxi and several half-siblings named Feng Yinfai and Yulu. There's also my Uncle Feng Hongwen, who is my father's half-brother... By the way, my sister's daughter Dou Dou was just clamoring to see you but was taken away by my sister."
Yun Kexin pondered: Could that girl earlier really be Feng Yinxiao's niece?
"What about other relatives?" Yun Kexin asked again—only then did she realize that she should have learned about these matters beforehand.
"There are quite a few relatives, but very few are in the capital," Feng Yinxiao replied. "I have three uncles: Uncle Feng Hongzhan is a Grand Secretary and has a close relationship with my father; our families often interact. Second Uncle Feng Hongyu and Third Uncle Feng Hongran live farther away and don't have a good relationship with my father. There's also an Aunt and maternal uncle; a few years ago, my Aunt intended to betroth her cousin to me, but I didn't agree, which made my uncle somewhat unhappy and he visits less often now. Since my mother passed away and especially after my father made Aunt Zhuo his legitimate wife, our family has had even less contact with the Duke's residence..."
Yun Kexin furrowed her brows: it sounded like there weren't many relatives, but the underlying relationships were actually quite complicated. If there was any displeasure, they would stop interacting with each other. It truly was a case of "every family has its own difficulties." She wondered if those rarely contacted relatives mentioned by Feng Yinxiao would show up.
She was somewhat worried about how to deal with these relatives... In the past, even when she had conflicts at the Duke of E State Mansion, it was based on her deep understanding of certain people and matters. Now that she was married into an entirely unfamiliar environment, how would she face and handle all these unfamiliar faces?
Feng Yinxiao seemed to pick up on her thoughts—
"No matter how distant the relationship, they are still family. For such a joyous occasion as a wedding, they will come. But don't worry, they won't stay long. And no matter who in the household makes things difficult for you in the future, just remember that I am here for you. Live as you did before marriage; there's no need to feel constrained."
Yun Kexin, who had been troubled by this matter, felt a sudden sting in her nose upon hearing Feng Yinxiao's words, "I am here for you; live as you did before marriage." Her vision blurred as she lay down, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace. In the warmth of Feng Yinxiao's comforting words, Yun Kexin fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Yun Kexin opened her eyes to find herself tightly wrapped in Feng Yinxiao's arms. She found it difficult to move and wondered secretly why he had turned back after having his back to her last night. Could it be that due to his previous living habits, he still thought he was sleeping alone? Perhaps her slight struggle had awakened Feng Yinxiao. He opened his eyes and met her slightly displeased expression, looking both embarrassed and apologetic.
"Yun Kexin, I'm sorry. You coughed last night, and I was worried you might catch a cold, so I held you while sleeping."
Yun Kexin was taken aback: he had held her all night? Had nothing else happened? Feeling her body confirmed that nothing unusual had occurred; she scolded herself for being too suspicious.
"It's okay," Yun Kexin said with a bright smile. "Feng Yinxiao, don't be too nervous. We are already husband and wife; some things... there's no need to be polite or restrained."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yun Kexin regretted it and felt her face heat up uncontrollably. What was she doing? Was she hinting at him? Sure enough, Feng Yinxiao smirked and leaned closer to whisper, "Really no need to be 'restrained'?!"
"N-no," Yun Kexin lowered her eyes and rested her head against Feng Yinxiao's chest, shyly murmuring, "I mean we are husband and wife; there's no need to be so formal. It feels a bit distant."
She had actively acknowledged their relationship as husband and wife... Feng Yinxiao smiled contentedly and reached out to stroke her hair. "Yun Kexin, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, quite well." Yun Kexin still didn't dare to look up and remained tucked under the covers, unwilling to come out.
Yesterday, on Wedding Night, she slept unusually soundly, able to sleep until dawn.
“Yun Kexin, come out, you’ll get stuffy like this.” Feng Yinxiao reached into the blanket, pinching her arm to pull her out, softly coaxing, “Be good, okay?”
“Feng Yinxiao, you get up first. I haven’t slept enough and want to nap a bit longer.” Yun Kexin racked her brain for an excuse, “Husband, please change and wash up first. I’ll be there shortly.”
“If you don’t come out soon, don’t blame me for being rude.” Feng Yinxiao warned playfully.
In the next moment, Yun Kexin realized that Feng Yinxiao was tickling her under the blanket. She kicked and squirmed while giggling, finally unable to hold back as her head popped out from under the covers. She laughed and said, “Why do you always bully me?”
“How could I bear to bully you?” Feng Yinxiao kept one hand on her body, looking extremely serious, “I can’t even bear to hurt you.”
Yun Kexin’s face flushed— not only because of his occasional sweet words but also because his hand seemed a bit “improper,” even slipping under her clothes and gently caressing her.
“Yun Kexin, your body is so tender and soft,” Feng Yinxiao was captivated by the soft sensation in his palm and unconsciously increased the pressure of his touch, “It feels really good.”
As soon as he said this, his handsome face turned red—having never touched a woman’s body before, she was the first. If it weren’t for not being sure of her feelings yet, he would really want to “taste” her sweetness.
Yun Kexin’s face was flushed with embarrassment; she hurried to remove his wandering hand from inside her clothes—his palm's heat felt like it was about to scorch her.
Feng Yinxiao reluctantly withdrew his hand and instead cupped her face, kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, and then sucking on her lips and neck. After he had enough of kissing, he whispered in her ear:
“Yun Kexin, I wanted to sleep on the floor, but since you wouldn’t let me, once I lay beside you, I couldn’t help myself.”
Many years ago, he had fantasized countless times about holding her like this and cherishing her. It was then that he understood what Mother meant by “holding it in” during her lifetime. It turned out that when someone occupied your heart, you would develop a strong yearning for “skinship.” During those three years of separation, he even dreamed of being with the one he admired… Every time he recalled that enchanting scene, he couldn’t help but blush.
It was not easy to marry her and make it legitimate, yet he worried that being too eager might provoke her displeasure and rejection. He hoped to first convey his desires through occasional "touches," allowing her to become familiar with the intimacy between a husband and wife. Perhaps she would soon let go of her reservations, and then they could consummate their marriage.
Last night, he held her as they slept together, enduring a night of "discomfort," but Feng Yinxiao seemed willing because simply being able to hold her was a great satisfaction for him. As for everything else, there would be plenty of time in the future.
Yun Kexin's face turned uncontrollably red as she muttered in dissatisfaction, "Is this all my fault?"
He pecked at her slightly pouting lips and smiled indulgently, "No, it's my fault. I'm not gentlemanly enough, but also because you are now my beloved wife, so—"
Feng Yinxiao paused slightly, his handsome face burning like fire.
"Enough of that," Yun Kexin thought it was the first time she had seen a man blush so much, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "Feng Yinxiao, I can understand, but can you give me some time?"
She finally decided to try to compromise and be gentle: since she had married him, such matters were unavoidable. Learning to face and adapt to them was the best approach; merely avoiding them would not solve the problem.
"Okay, I will wait for you," he whispered softly in her ear. "Now we should get ready."
He ended with a childish laugh that made Yun Kexin smile in response.
Thus, Feng Yinxiao briefly introduced Yun Kexin to the layout and pathways of Duke Yan's Residence, as well as the courtyard where their marital home was located. Afterward, they got up to change clothes and wash up. Once everything was ready, there came a knock at the door from a maid who was concerned they had woken up late. The couple then stepped out together.
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