“I always feel that Young Master Xu is not someone to be trifled with. Just now when he turned back to look at us, I almost thought he was going to kill us.” Other constables echoed: “Zhang Meng has married a tiger. She’ll definitely be eaten alive by him.” Zheng Shu didn’t participate in the drinking, nor did she even look at the drunk Zhang Meng. She seemed uninterested in everything around her, just quietly eating her meal. It wasn’t until Xu Lu Cha supported Zhang Meng away that she raised her eyes to look at the two departing figures, her narrow eyes calm and unfathomable.

“Zhang Meng, are you alright? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

Xu Lu Cha placed Zhang Meng on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, then fetched some clean water and used a wet towel to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead.

After getting drunk, Zhang Meng was quiet and calm, not making a fuss like others.

Zhang Meng, lying on the bed, had rosy cheeks. She barely opened her eyes and looked at Xu Lu Cha.

“Lu Cha, you don’t need to take care of me. I’ll be fine after lying down for a while.”

Xu Lu Cha said with heartache: “How can I be at ease with you in this condition? I told you not to drink with them earlier.” He took out a white porcelain bottle and poured out a few hangover pills. “Zhang Meng, take this first.” Worried that Zhang Meng might find it bitter, he also took a few preserved fruits for her to wash it down.

After taking the medicine, Zhang Meng fell asleep. Xu Lu Cha sat by the bed, massaging her temples and other acupoints to help her sober up.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Meng woke up. She sat up groggily and was about to get out of bed. Xu Lu Cha was sleeping behind her, and as soon as she moved, he woke up.

He grabbed Zhang Meng’s sleeve: “Zhang Meng, where are you going?”

“To drink.”

Xu Lu Cha was stunned. He got up and lit a lamp.

Zhang Meng sat on the bed, her eyes still bleary, scanning around as if looking for something.

“Lu Cha, where’s the alcohol? Where did you hide the alcohol?”

Xu Lu Cha only now realized that Zhang Meng had started to act drunk.

He had thought Zhang Meng would sleep quietly until tomorrow morning, but he didn’t expect her to start acting drunk in the middle of the night.

“There’s no alcohol.” Xu Lu Cha said helplessly.

Zhang Meng was dissatisfied and patted the bed: “Lu Cha, I want to drink!”

The current Zhang Meng was like a child. Xu Lu Cha found her very cute and couldn’t help but kiss her cheek.

Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, then imitated his action, leaning close to his face and giving him a kiss.

Xu Lu Cha’s face instantly turned red, and he suddenly felt at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet. But he quickly kissed Zhang Meng’s other cheek again.

Zhang Meng immediately followed his action and kissed his other cheek.

Xu Lu Cha’s heart started beating violently. He hugged Zhang Meng’s neck and gently kissed her lips.

The two embraced and kissed lightly. Xu Lu Cha pressed Zhang Meng down on the bed, his beautiful eyes looking at Zhang Meng with deep affection.

“Zhang Meng, do you love me or not…”

Zhang Meng didn’t answer. Xu Lu Cha felt a bit disappointed. But he quickly threw away the feeling of disappointment because Zhang Meng hugged his neck and kissed his lips.

Xu Lu Cha returned her kiss very passionately. Although he had told himself countless times to be reserved, before he realized it, he had already instinctively taken off his clothes.

“Zhang Meng, are we going to consummate our marriage?” Still not daring to be certain, he shyly kissed Zhang Meng’s collarbone.

“Consummate?” Zhang Meng was slightly stunned.

Seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to have sobered up a bit, Xu Lu Cha’s heart sank. Was Zhang Meng going to push him away again?

“Okay, let’s consummate.”

Xu Lu Cha was stunned, feeling a bit at a loss: “Re-really?”

Zhang Meng nodded.

Happiness came too suddenly, and Xu Lu Cha’s lustful heart retreated instead. He stuttered: “Re-really? Should I go take a bath first? Do I need to dance seductively to set the mood?”

Zhang Meng directly flipped over, pressing Xu Lu Cha under her. Xu Lu Cha’s whole body melted into a puddle of water, his snow-white long legs quickly wrapping around Zhang Meng’s waist.

Zhang Meng gently kissed the corner of Xu Lu Cha’s lips and eyes. She spoke softly: “Lu Cha, I’m very happy to have met you in this life.”

Xu Lu Cha was nervous, but hearing Zhang Meng’s words, he suddenly looked up, staring intently at Zhang Meng, and said cautiously: “Really?”

“Really.”

His heart felt as if it was being frantically filled with honey, sweet and swollen, about to overflow. Xu Lu Cha’s beautiful eyes welled up with crystal tears: “Me too, meeting you, falling in love with you, marrying you is the happiest and most blissful thing for me.”

Zhang Meng’s lips curled into a slight smile: “Lu Cha, after we consummate, I still want to drink.”

Realizing that Zhang Meng was still acting drunk, Xu Lu Cha’s heart, which had been moved to a puddle, felt a bit helpless.

Only when Zhang Meng was drunk would she touch him. But this was enough to make him happy.

Moreover, as the saying goes, drunk words are sober thoughts. The nice things Zhang Meng said to him were all sincere. He indeed had a place in Zhang Meng’s heart; he wasn’t as one-sided as he had imagined.

Xu Lu Cha wrapped his arms around Zhang Meng’s neck and said softly: “Alright, if you can make me cry, I’ll let you drink.”

Zhang Meng nodded: “Then cry quickly.”

…

Zhang Meng didn’t have much experience. She was clumsy everywhere, whether it was caressing or kissing, all light and airy, without any force.

Xu Lu Cha was aroused, swollen down there, but had no way to relieve it. He was about to cry.

“Zhang Meng, hurry up.” He panted, his legs wrapped around Zhang Meng’s waist, constantly rubbing that place against Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng’s clothes were rubbed messy, so she took them off. To make it easier for Zhang Meng to undress, Xu Lu Cha let go of her and lay naked on the bed, waiting for Zhang Meng to favor him.

His skin was as delicate and smooth as white porcelain, his long hair like seaweed scattered on the bed.

His jade-like handsome face was tinged with an alluring blush, his beautiful eyes seemed to contain water, looking at Zhang Meng with deep affection.

When Zhang Meng pressed on him again, Xu Lu Cha’s whole being almost melted. If it wasn’t for that swollen thing down there, he would have turned into sticky candy and clung to Zhang Meng’s body.

Zhang Meng was still fumbling, not getting the hang of it. Xu Lu Cha was hard and swollen, his lower body constantly rubbing against Zhang Meng.

“Zhang Meng, hurry up and take me. Hurry.” He panted heavily, tightly hugging Zhang Meng’s waist.

He was almost about to cry from Zhang Meng’s dawdling. He was so uncomfortable, but Zhang Meng was still taking her time.

Zhang Meng used her finger to wipe away the tears from the corner of Xu Lu Cha’s eyes, asking in surprise: “Lu Cha, you’re crying?”

Wasn’t it because Zhang Meng had made him so anxious? Xu Lu Cha gritted his teeth and heavily kissed Zhang Meng’s lips.

But Zhang Meng gently pushed him away: “I made you cry, I want to drink.”

Xu Lu Cha was truly as aggrieved as he could possibly be. If he let this cooked duck fly away again, he might as well shave his head and become a monk.

He hugged Zhang Meng tightly, flipped over, pressed Zhang Meng under him, and with one thrust, entered her.

He had completely abandoned the thing called reservedness. Which family’s man would eagerly press his wife-master down and forcefully take her?

He was truly too wanton. Yet Zhang Meng was not one who placed much importance on desire. If he didn’t take the initiative, he might not even experience the basic joy of husband and wife in the future.