Bridal chamber rituals

Qie Xieling raised the cup to his lips and he was about to drink it when Luo Muchen blew out the closest candle to them. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to make him comfortable. 'Ah, such. A gentleman,' he said to himself. If he only knew how much of a rogue his man was he would have taken his words back. 

Luo Muchen lightly grabbed her wrist before she could drink it and whispered, "Wait," before crossing their arms together. Qie Xieling had no idea what the hell was going on and who could blame him. He had only been to one wedding but he was too young to remember much. 

"Now you can drink... wife," he said his voice deep and charming. Ah, Qie Xieling could feel his womb, if he had one, spinning around in circles begging to be impregnated. He averted his gaze his cheeks flushed. This was too much for his vulnerable heart to handle.