Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

1821 The Bashfulness Of A Newlywed Bride
Having seen through her, Long Yin smiled.

Without warning, Hexin’s clothes came undone, revealing the red undergarment beneath.

She was stunned for a second before swiveling away from him, wrapping her clothes swiftly around herself, her face burning as she said in exasperation, “How could you do that…”

“Xinxin, you’re my wife now. I married you legally, and we’ve gone through the whole wedding ceremony. This is the last step before we’re truly husband and wife…” His voice a husky whisper, Long Yin suddenly embraced her from behind and pulled her into his arms. His warm breath brushed her ear, eliciting a shudder from her.

Hexin’s body went taut, her back completely straight from all the tension.

The implication of his words was crystal clear; she was so nervous and flustered that her heart seemed as if it was going to leap out of her chest at any minute.

That was until something warm caressed the shell of her ear.

When she realized what it was, her cheeks turned crimson, and her body instantly went lax. Her hands, which had been clutching at the front of her gown, fell to her sides weakly.

Long Yin’s eyes darkened. All of a sudden, he swept her into his arms and laid her on the bed.

However, he did not rush to make love to her. With great tenderness, he plucked the hair stick from her head, letting her silky tresses tumble loose.

At the final juncture, Hexin clung to his neck and whimpered in a trembling voice, “Big Bro Long Yin, I’m scared…”

“Don’t be, silly girl. I’ll be gentle.” Fighting back the desire raging in him, Long Yin lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Hexin’s lashes fluttered as her eyes darted about in panic, unsure where to look.

“Close your eyes, silly girl,” Long Yin rasped.

Like a disoriented traveler who had found her a path, Hexin immediately shut her eyes.

Long Yin chuckled and held her close.

The scarlet netting draped down, concealing the steamy scene inside.

…

Hexin felt as if her body had been run over by something; it did not feel like her own.

She could not sleep soundly as she kept reminding herself that they needed to serve tea to Long Yang and Lu Liangwei.

She bit her lip in embarrassment.

However, she had barely stirred when an arm wrapped itself tightly around her waist. The man’s nose grazed her neck, his voice laced with a sleepy, throaty drawl. “Why don’t you sleep for a little longer?”

“The sun has come up.” Hexin fixed her eyes on the top of the bed netting, not daring to look at him.

“We’ve got nothing planned today, so we can sleep in for a bit,” Long Yin said softly. When he noticed her staring at the ceiling, he reached out and twisted her face to him, smiling. “Does the ceiling interest you more than I do?”

Hexin was sheepish. “We need to greet Father and Mother later. I’m worried we’ll oversleep.”

Stroking her hair, Long Yin said nonchalantly, “It’s all right; Father and Mother will understand. They won’t blame us.”

“But…” Hexin was still concerned.

“Shh!” Long Yin put a finger to her lips and said suggestively, “Your legs hurt, don’t they? Let’s sleep for a little longer.”