Di Wu Ya glanced at Feng Jiu’er, the corner of his mouth curving into a handsome arc. His long fingers gave a flick, undoing the sash’s knot.
“Somewhat.” He tossed out those two words, and without further hesitation, swiftly yet gently wrapped his arms around Feng Jiu’er’s waist.
Feng Jiu’er hadn’t expected him to be so forthright.
Such speed — truly astonishing!
Why did Ninth Imperial Uncle seem so practiced at this?
“Didn’t you just say… you were a little nervous? You… Ninth Imperial Uncle, slow down!”
Her body felt slightly cold, and before Feng Jiu’er could react, she was already enveloped in his searing warmth.
Di Wu Ya placed Feng Jiu’er’s hands on either side of her head, lacing his fingers tightly with hers.
“Though I’m nervous, I can’t back down in front of my little treasure — what if you end up looking down on me?”
“I, I don’t, don’t look down on you, I just, just… don’t go… slow, slower…”
Why hadn’t he even finished speaking before he leaned down to kiss her?
Was this really about to begin?
Feng Jiu’er’s heart pounded wildly, refusing to settle.
Her heartbeat raced so fast she could hardly bear it.
“Ninth, Ninth Imperial Uncle, wait, wait a moment, I don’t look down on you at all, you can go slower, just wait a moment…”
“Jiu’er, are you nervous?” Di Wu Ya finally lifted his head from her neck, lowering his eyes to look at her flushed little face.
“You look… quite flustered.”
“Non, nonsense!” Feng Jiu’er would rather die than admit she was truly nervous.
She, a proud girl from the twenty-first century — how could she possibly be more nervous than an ancient person on her own wedding night?
Absolutely impossible.
“I, I just worry that you won’t be able to…”
The moment she finished saying this, Jiu’er wished she could bite off her own tongue.
Saying such a thing while lying beneath a man — wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
Sure enough, Di Wu Ya’s expression instantly darkened.
“So my little Jiu’er wants me to prove it to you, is that it?”
“No, no! I just…” Jiu’er immediately caved, “I just… heh, it’s me who’s nervous, I’m… so nervous…”
In the end, she had no choice but to admit she was truly nervous to the point of flustered helplessness.
They had been intimate before, but never gone all the way.
This time, it was truly, genuinely happening.
They were really going to be together.
“I can tell.” Di Wu Ya lowered his head again, this time brushing soft, lingering touches across her face.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
Those words instantly brought back her sense of familiarity with him.
That’s right — how could Ninth Imperial Uncle ever hurt her?
So why be nervous, why be afraid?
To her, he had always been utterly harmless.
Feng Jiu’er gazed steadily into the man’s eyes, bright as stars, pressing her lips together, looking both flustered and enchanting.
Di Wu Ya’s expression softened as he kissed her cheek, and she slowly closed her eyes.
He tasted her soft lips lightly, then propped himself up again, his expression growing even more pleased.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Feng Jiu’er opened her eyes, meeting the man’s gaze directly, pouting slightly. “Must I really keep my eyes open?”
This wasn’t their first time being honest with one another — today was simply about deepening their understanding. No need to fear!
Convincing herself, Feng Jiu’er’s body gradually relaxed.
“Mm.” Di Wu Ya cupped her face, a smile that could enchant the world spreading across his own. “Don’t be afraid! I’m here.”
Feng Jiu’er’s hands moved down, wrapping around his lean, strong waist. “Ninth Imperial Uncle, has anyone ever told you that you’re truly a feast for the eyes?”
Using his strength to support herself, she rose slightly and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
A flash crossed Di Wu Ya’s eyes as he held her tightly, drawing closer step by step.
He could finally, completely make her his — this time, with no need for restraint, no need to hold anything back.
Just like this, entirely, completely, he made her his.
Tonight, the stars shone brilliantly.
This life — having you is enough!