"Yes." Yan Beihan lowered his head and said.

Fang Che held her hand and said softly: "I mean, any wind and rain, any storm, any accident, any... everything, I hope that we can join hands side by side, never leave, face it together, and survive it together.

However. Even if the world is turned upside down, even if the world changes... even if people's hearts change, even if the world changes... never leave me!"

What he said was very serious.

Yan Beihan raised his eyes, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "Now that you have entered the Fang family, you are the wife of the Fang family. Don't worry, husband!"

"Promise me."

Fang Che looked into her eyes.

"I promise!"

Yan Beihan said firmly.

"I hope that when anything happens in the future, you will not forget today's promise." Fang Che said softly.

"I will never forget it."

Yan Beihan held his hand, and although his voice was soft, it was like an oath.

The two looked at each other, both filled with tenderness.

Fang Che wanted to gently take off the Yanbei Hanfeng crown, but was stopped: "Husband, I still have wine to drink."

Fang Che immediately understood: "This is something you need to drink. Hexin wine is something you need to drink."

Yan Beihan blushed and raised glasses together with Fang Che. After drinking from the glasses, they both let go at the same time, and the glasses were brought to the table under the control of spiritual energy.

Fang Che had already kissed the red lips, and Yan Beihan showed no resistance and responded politely.

After a long kiss, Fang Che gently helped her take off the phoenix crown, and her hair was spread out, as silky as mist, and like a dream.

Fang Che put his arms around Yan Beihan's slender waist, looked into the beauty's eyes, and said softly: "Master Yan, my little witch, what do you say?"

Yan Beihan gently closed his eyes and murmured: "Mr. Fang, your little witch said... From today on, for the rest of my life, it all depends on your wishes."

Fang Che gently opened the beauty's belt, moved slowly, and said hoarsely, "I can do whatever I want? Let me do whatever I want?"

Yan Beihan felt his clothes leave his body one by one. He closed his eyes and his delicate body trembled slightly, but he did not resist at all. When he heard Fang Che's question, he closed his eyes and softly made a lifelong promise: "

……Um."

In a daze, he felt that he had been pressed on the bed. Fang Che asked in his ear the last words: "Xiaohan, after you go out...will you really not be discovered? Are you sure?"

"It won't be discovered, it's certain..."

Yan Beihan had just finished speaking when he suddenly groaned, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he hugged Fang Che tightly with a pair of tender lotus-like arms: "Husband... I have mercy..."

"Master Yan... my little witch... is very good..."

The red candle is burning high, the candle flowers are swaying, and the room is filled with spring scenery.

Fang Che finally got what he wanted today, and Yan Beihan had already agreed to the Fang family head, and on the wedding night, there was really no resistance.

Fang Che felt like he was in a dream all night, and he became more and more brave without realizing it.

But to Master Fang's expectation, Master Yan could no longer hold on for less than a quarter of an hour. After pleading hard, Fang Che could only let him go temporarily.

He never expected that Yan Beihan, who looked strong, tough and graceful, would be so vulnerable.

This fighting power is actually less than half of Ye Meng's.

But after thinking about it, Fang Che could also understand that this girl usually trembled at the slightest touch, and he knew that although this girl looked fearless in appearance, she was actually extremely conservative and extremely sensitive.

morning……

Fang Che, who was halfway through his morning exercise, was driven out of bed by Master Yan, who begged, threatened, coquettishly and discussed...

"Master Yan, we don't do this...it's our wedding night..."

Fang Che looked aggrieved: "You can't do this twice, right? You have to hold on for a while."

"You go find Yun Yan, I'm not jealous now..."

Yan Beihan buried himself in the bed limply, and had no energy to even speak: "I am extremely lucky to have brought Yun Yan in... You are just a bison... Fang Che... you..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Fang Che sighed, had to get up with a twisted face, put on his clothes, and tidied up the room.

Sit down cross-legged and practice in the new house.

Although Yan Beihan had told her to go find Bi Yunyan, this was Yan Beihan's wedding night after all. Since he had already said it for three days, it was three days.

If it were to pass now, what would become of me?

If you can't take care of this psychologically, how can you be someone's husband?

Yan Beihan fell into a deep sleep for two hours.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that Fang Che was sitting by the window sill practicing Qigong. When he saw that she was awake, he brought a bowl of porridge over with a smile.

"Are you awake? Just in time to have something to eat."

Yan Beihan's face suddenly turned red when he thought of what happened last night and this morning, and said coquettishly: "You, you, you... turn around, I, I will get dressed..."

Fang Che sat on the edge of the bed holding a bowl and said with a smile: "What are you so shy about between husband and wife? After you finish the porridge, we can talk."

Yan Beihan was shocked and covered his chest with the quilt: "No, no, I can't say anything."

"Not that."

Fang Che had a dark look on his face and said, "I'm just talking when I have nothing to do."

Yan Beihan said warily: "Why didn't you go to Yunyan?"

"Today is our wedding day..."

Fang Che spooned the porridge to her and said softly: "How can I go there at this time? What if my little witch wakes up and doesn't see me crying?"

Yan Beihan felt sweet in his heart and snorted, "Is your little witch so fragile?"

But he no longer drove him away.

The two talked for a while, and Yan Beihan said: "But this girl Yunyan can't come over these three days, and she can't go out. According to our customs, she has left the pavilion but has not entered the family, and she is in the kind of situation where she is not in her parents' home.

I’m not in an awkward position at my husband’s house, so I can’t go anywhere.”

Fang Che suddenly realized: "No wonder you didn't even set up a soundproof barrier last night. That's why."

Yan Beihan was suddenly stunned: "I... didn't set up a soundproof barrier last night?"

Fang Che was stunned: "Ah?"

Yan Beihan's face suddenly turned into a persimmon, and he lost his voice and said, "You didn't mean it either?"

Fang Che was stunned and said: "I thought you didn't set it up... you definitely don't need it..."

Yan Beihan's eyes widened: "The sound last night..."

Fang Che coughed, touched his nose and stopped talking.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Yan Beihan turned over and buried himself in the bed: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... I'm too embarrassed to see anyone..."

Yan Beihan was really shy this time, and Fang Che's persuasion for a long time had no effect.

"That girl must be listening with her ears perked!!!"

Yan Beihan died of embarrassment.

"Then it would be nice if you heard back." Fang Che suggested.

"Who cares! I'm not that kind of person!"

Yan Beihan scolded Fang Che angrily: "You stinking scoundrel! You are not shy at all!"

"Why am I shy?" Fang Che felt a little wronged: "This is my wife, why am I shy?"

"Scoundrel!"

It took more than an hour for Yan Beihan to recover.

He actually used his spiritual power to control Mr. Fang for a while, then put on his clothes with a swipe.

As for what Fang Che said, he didn't believe it at all.

Fang Che tried his best to tell jokes and delay, and then made Yan Beihan relax a little.

Then Yan Beihan put away the sheets with a blushing face, which were covered in red spots. She slowly folded them up, and then according to etiquette, although she was trembling with shame, she bowed and held them with both hands for Fang Che to check.

Fang Che could feel Yan Beihan's embarrassment, but she restrained herself. Fang Che felt helpless: "Xiaohan, we don't need it, right? Besides, I don't feel it..."

Yan Beihan's pretty face was feverish, but he said resolutely: "Husband, this is really the key to Xiaohan's reputation in life. If you don't accept it, I will inevitably have regrets in my life."

Fang Che had to go through the procedure once, and then Yan Beihan put it away with great care.

Fang Che put his arms around her waist and sighed: "Xiaohan, I didn't expect that our Weiwo Orthodox Church is also so traditional."

"Tradition is sometimes a constraint. Even we ourselves feel that it is unfair to women."
To be continued...