That night, after the quiet ceremony, the small home seemed to hold its breath. The oil lamp flickered softly, throwing a golden glow against the wooden walls.
Yan Qing held Jai Yu's hand as though he might lose her if he let go. His voice was low, almost trembling. As the lay down together.
"Tonight… you are my wife."
Jai Yu's cheeks warmed, her lashes fluttering as she lowered her gaze. She had never seen him look at her this way—tender, fierce, vulnerable all at once.
"And you are my husband," she whispered, her lips curving into a shy smile.
He brushed his fingers along her cheek, lingering as though memorizing her face. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his breath mingling with hers before his lips touched hers—gentle at first, then deepening .
Her hands clutched at his robe, and he pulled her closer until they could feel each other's heartbeat. The warmth between them grew, soft touches turning into hungry ones, he kissed her fiercely, tilting her head so his kiss could penetrate deeper.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and held her head firmly, his tongue dancing inside her mouth. When he finally pull out from her mouth. He turned to her neck , kissing and leaving hickeys there as an evidence for the first night.
He traced from her neckline to her collar bone as his body pressed against hers, his hardened length pressing firmly against her thighs. "you are so sweet," he murmured, as he continued to kiss her.
His hand slid down her thigh . While small cry of pleasure excape Jia Yu mouth, her hand clutching tightly to his clothes. That only fuel the fire burning inside him .
He pulled off her robe leaving her with just skirt. Her nipples were hard and erect with arousal, her boobs perky and beautiful, inviting him.
He placed his hand on one of her boobs, fondling and squeezing while his mouth was in the second, sucking and licking. This made her whole body tremble with pleasure. His hand slid between her tights, carefully tracing her skin with soft gentleness that lit her skin on fire. His fingers found her sensitive spot which was now soaked with the juices of her arousal.
His fingers slipped through her underwear fabric, and he circled softly on her clit. Jia Yu couldn't stop the moan that slipped through her lips, her back arching in response to the pleasure his touch gave her. "Please." She whispered, begging..not even knowing what she was begging for.
He remove his mouth from her boobs, breathing as he looked down at her flushed face, "what do you want?" he teased, his fingers still circling her clit. Jia Yu moaned, bitting her bottom lip as she looked up at him, not knowing exactly what she wanted.
With one Swift move, he removed her skirts. Now they both lay naked completely under each other. His hand griped her waist, anchoring her hips against his has he carefully placed the tip of his length against her entrance.
Jia Yu sucked in a sharp breath as she braced her self, "Relax my love, I'll be gentle." He whispered softly into her ear, and slowly, he thrusted into her, slowly as first. Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as she felt a sharp pain, but almost immediately, it was gone.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand gripping her even tighter, he was barely holding it together. She was so tight, he could feel her walls clutching tightly to his length, and the sensation was driving him insane.
Jia Yu nodded, her eyes opening to look at him. "I'm fine."
The next moment, he began thrusting into her, slow at first, and soon his pace increased. She felt so damn sweet, deliciously gripping to his wall, forcing a deep groan of pleasure out of him as he kept thrusting into her.
Jia Yu couldn't understand the sensation going on down there, but all she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as the sound of their skin slapping with every thrust echoed in the empty room, their moans and groans adding more intimacy to the moment. The moment continued till they both reached their climax.
When he finally drew back, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
"my soul—they all belong to you."
Tears shimmered in her eyes, though she smiled. "That is all I've ever wanted my love."
The night deepened, carrying them with it. Their whispers faded into sighs, their closeness into a union that sealed not just their vows but their very beings. Beneath the glow of the lamp and the blessing of the grandmother who had given them a family, Yan Qing and Jai Yu truly became one.As the young couple drifted into the warmth of sleep, they never imagined Grandma was still awake. In the quiet of the small home, she lay on her side, listening to the faint whispers, the muffled cries, the rhythm of love that had just unfolded beneath her roof, and it brought butterflies to her heart.
She thought back to the dark time when the Black Scorpion's men had taken her three sons—one after the other—leaving her world empty, her body hollowed out by grief. For years she had believed she would leave this world with no one to call her own, no one to light incense for her spirit when she was gone.
But Heaven, in its strange mercy, had given her these two. They weren't bound to her by blood, yet tonight, hearing their vows and calling her the only family they have. Their laughter soften into sighs, she realized she had a family again. A son. A daughter. A reason to keep breathing.
With that thought warming her chest, Grandma closed her eyes. A faint smile touched her lips as sleep finally took her, gentle and deep, carrying her into dreams where her sons lived again—and where her newfound children stood beside them.