A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Chapter 066 I Want to Kiss You

Just as Qin Yan was about to go upstairs, he chased after her with the persimmon cakes. Then, the warlord's wife sent someone to deliver New Year's gifts.

There are two pieces of clothing.

A bright red silk cape with a pure white fur collar; a dark gray cashmere cloak, simple and elegant without being flashy, but with a men's scarf, also bright red.

"My mother brought it," Qin Yan said to Cheng Tianxun, who was coming downstairs, as he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye.

Cheng Tianxun walked over: "Mom heard what Dad said this morning."

"Want to give it a try?" Qin Yan said.

The couple both tried it.

Each of them, clad in red, looked unlike themselves.

However, it is indeed festive.

Qin Yan also had a pair of red leather gloves.

The phone rang.

Cheng Tianxun went to pick him up.

The warlord's wife attacked from the warlord's mansion.

Cheng Tianxun asked, "Have you gone back?"

The warlord's wife said a few words, and Cheng Tianxun agreed to them all.

"...Mother went back to the Governor's Mansion. She said that my maternal grandfather and eldest uncle arrived in the southern city today and told us to dress up festively when we went to pay our respects," Cheng Tianxun said.

Qin Yan said, "Okay."

After lunch, the couple went for a walk.

The first day of the Lunar New Year was sunny, and the streets were covered with firecracker debris, which felt soft underfoot. There was no wind, and the sunshine felt wonderful on their faces, so the two walked quite a distance.

Before I knew it, I had reached the park entrance, and then I turned back.

Cheng Tianxun talked to her about his maternal grandfather and maternal uncle; Qin Yan told him how her newspaper dealt with Du Zhuojun's rumors.

They had a lot to talk about; even when the topic fell flat, neither of them felt awkward, and they had a special kind of tacit understanding.

By the time we returned to the villa, an hour had already passed.

Cheng Tianxun picked out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and asked Qin Yan, "Is this any good?"

All the imported liquor in the house was bought by Qin Yan.

"It tastes pretty good," Qin Yan said.

Then he asked, "Do you want to drink?"

"I'm thirsty from walking and talking," he replied.

Qin Yan: "..."

Red wine doesn't quench thirst.

Cheng Tianxun shoved the wine bottle and two wine glasses into her hands. Qin Yan seemed stunned for a moment before he picked her up and carried her horizontally.

Qin Yan was surprised, yet felt it made perfect sense. This man always wanted what he wanted immediately; having failed to seduce her last night, he hadn't forgotten and wanted to make up for it after lunch.

He had deliberately walked a distance to digest his food properly so as not to delay his return to handle business.

The plan was well-thought-out.

He used his limited military acumen on sex, and Qin Yan had nothing to say about it.

On the large bed in the master bedroom, his lips met hers, their breaths mingling, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Qin Yan hugged his neck tightly. She was also a little thirsty after getting warm, and her lips refused to leave his, lingering and kissing him.

Cheng Tianxun was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't resist teasing, "You're so enthusiastic, Qin Yan, it's like you're melting."

Qin Yan's mind went blank.

She couldn't think of anything else besides what was happening in front of her. The instant the silver bottle shattered, she bit Cheng Tianxun's shoulder hard.

It took her a long time to feel the slightly chilly air in the bedroom.

She was held in Cheng Tianxun's arms, and she nestled against him.

He gently stroked her back.

Qin Yan felt very comfortable, even more so than the scorching sun shining on her, because it was both warm and tactile.

Really and genuinely.

Qin Yan's fingers traced a tooth mark on his shoulder: "Does it hurt?"

You bit too deep just now.

She didn't do it on purpose.

There are a few marks that look like bruises.

"What's a little mark? Where does it hurt?" Cheng Tianxun laughed. "It doesn't hurt."

As he spoke, he pecked her lips, "Qin Yan, it's been a long time since you've responded to me so enthusiastically."

Qin Yan then said, "I was very happy at the time."

Cheng Tianxun's smile deepened.

Qin Yan dares to say anything. Yet she always acts so serious, making it impossible for anyone to criticize her.

She did lack a bit of romance, but her words were more persuasive, not just flattery.

"I'm a wonderful husband, aren't I?" he asked.

Qin Yan: "It always has been."

Cheng Tianxun held her by the back of the neck and kissed her.

As they kissed, they pulled the quilt over their heads and covered them with it.

The sunlight was brightest in the late afternoon, and even the curtains couldn't block it. The light was dim inside the quilt, and the couple felt very safe hiding there.

Cheng Tianxun looked at her and kissed her again.

A strange emotion suddenly welled up in Qin Yan's heart.

This was something that had never happened in her more than twenty years of life.

It wasn't moving, it wasn't joyful.

She even felt a sudden urge to have him touch her, with his hand or his lips; she longed to touch him.

In fact, under normal circumstances, people are resistant to being touched by others. Every time they were in bed, Qin Yan was initially not used to his touch, until he gradually warmed up and was able to ignore it.

She was calm at that moment.

"Cheng Tianxun," she called him softly.

"Um?"

"I want to kiss you," she said.

Cheng Tianxun was slightly taken aback.

Qin Yan leaned closer, her lips brushing softly against his; her hands then rested on his waist and abdomen.

She whispered, "I really like your scar."

Cheng Tianxun has a not particularly gruesome scar running from his left waist to his navel.

He said he was slashed with a knife while suppressing bandits. It was just an external wound; his abdomen wasn't cut open, and the wound wasn't deep.

But it happened to cut through the texture of his muscles, and it felt great to the touch.

Qin Yan had seen it several times and thought that the scar looked like a natural mark and was very beautiful.

A few breaths later, Cheng Tianxun couldn't take it anymore. He rolled over and pinned her down, his kisses almost drowning out her breath.

In a brief pause, he said, "That jackpot last night was well worth it."

Later, the sheets and blankets were all wrinkled, so Cheng Tianxun rang the bell to call the maid to come and change them. He then carried Qin Yan to the bathroom.

Qin Yan nestled in his arms, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

When Qin Yan woke up, it was already dark outside.

Cheng Tianxun, who was next to her, was also fast asleep.

I glanced at the time; it was 7 p.m.

They somehow managed to get through the first day of the new year like this.

Qin Yan woke him up.

"Qin Yan, were we too drunk this afternoon?" he asked.

Qin Yan glanced at the red wine on the bedside table; it was still unopened. Since Cheng Shaoshuai didn't like red wine, he had only taken the bottle and glass, completely forgetting to use the decanter, as he couldn't open it by hand.

But red wine is an inanimate object and cannot speak for itself, so of course the blame can be shifted to it.

She nodded: "The alcohol was too strong."

The couple went downstairs for dinner.

She was really hungry and had eaten a lot for dinner, but Qin Yan didn't have the energy to walk anymore; she felt a bit sore and weak.

The fireplace in the guest room was lit. Qin Yan brought a wine opener upstairs this time, and the couple enjoyed wine and chatted by the fire.

They also ate the persimmon cakes that Qin Yan bought.

The chat was very pleasant.

When they were happy, Cheng Tianxun tried to kiss Qin Yan, but she refused.

She said, "I'm not made of iron, so you should take it easy too."

Cheng Tianxun: "I have no particular thoughts, I'll just give you a kiss."

"Save it for when you feel like it next time."

Why are you kissing someone for no reason?