All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

Chapter 224: Female Supreme Idiot 3

The flickering candlelight made the big red wedding character in the bridal chamber particularly dazzling.

Lin Ruan leaned against the gilded pillar of the carved bed, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the celadon wine glass, her eyes wandering over Xu Erlang.

The look was seven parts amusement and three parts inquiry, like a hunter examining his new prey.

Xu Erlang knelt on the gold-woven carpet, his bright red wedding dress making his complexion look even paler.

He lowered his eyes, but could still feel that tangible gaze wandering over him. The wine in his hand trembled slightly, and tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the wine.

"What? Are you afraid that this princess will eat you?" Lin Ruan suddenly chuckled, and the laughter was like a small hook, tickling people's hearts.

Xu Erlang's body stiffened when he heard this. He was about to explain, but Lin Ruan waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to say more.

"Never mind. I'm not that demanding. I'll drink this love wine."

Lin Ruan said with a smile, then she took the wine glass from Xu Erlang and drank it all in one gulp, her movements graceful and neat.

Xu Erlang watched her raise her head, revealing a section of her snow-white neck, and the cinnabar mole in her throat rolled up and down as she swallowed.

Xu Erlang swallowed unconsciously.

But it's not because of impatience.

He had knelt for a full six hours today, from getting dressed in the morning to the ceremony, his knees already numb from the pain. The hem of his wedding gown was now soaked with cold sweat and stuck sticky to his calves.

After the servants left, the room suddenly became so quiet that one could hear the sound of candle flames popping.

Lin Ruan suddenly leaned forward, and the scent of wine lingered in Xu Erlang's ear. "Get up, and let me enjoy your 'harmonious love'."

These words were like a knife, piercing Xu Erlang's heart precisely.

He gritted his teeth and used trembling fingers to lift up the wedding pants that had already slipped to his ankles. As the fabric rubbed against the scar, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The scarred legs were completely exposed in the candlelight, the knees were bruised and swollen, and there was almost no intact skin on the calves.

The red and white scars of varying depths interweave into an intricate pattern, a vivid depiction of a harmonious couple.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Lin Ruan's eyes, and without further ado, she dragged him to the couch. Her fingertips roamed over the scars, her pressure sometimes light, sometimes heavy. "Does it hurt?"

Xu Erlang almost laughed out loud. This woman was truly wicked, actually asking him if it hurt.

How can a flesh and blood body not feel pain?

But in this world where women are superior to men, how could he dare to tell the truth?

"It doesn't hurt." He answered meekly, but there was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice. "It is Erlang's blessing to be able to please his wife."

If you ignore his trembling body, he really hid it well.

Lin Ruan chuckled.

"He's someone who can endure it." Lin Ruan's voice suddenly softened.

She fished out a small celadon jar from under her pillow. When she opened the lid, a bitter medicinal aroma immediately filled the air.

Xu Erlang's whole body was stiff. He couldn't believe that a noble lady would personally apply medicine to him.

Although her technique was still sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and she would even poke the bruises on his legs with malicious intent, the cool feeling gradually coming from his legs made him feel a lump in his throat.

The stinging pain of the ointment seeping into his skin made him gasp, but he heard a chuckle from above his head: "Do you feel the pain now? Weren't you being so stubborn just now?"

"My dear wife..." Xu Erlang's voice trembled, and it was unclear whether it was out of pain or fear.

He secretly raised his eyes and met Lin Ruan's thoughtful gaze, then hurriedly lowered his head again.

In the dim light, Xu Erlang's eyes were slightly red. Seeing Xu Erlang's red eyes in the dim light, Lin Ruan nodded secretly in her heart.

The Daqian Dynasty never taught men that they should love themselves before loving others. They only taught them how to get hurt over and over again to gain the love of women.

Because it is so difficult to obtain, it becomes precious only when you get it.

"Tell me about you and the Changning Marquisate." Lin Ruan suddenly said, "I want to hear your story."

Xu Erlang was startled and looked up at Lin Ruan.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows on her face, making her eyes look even deeper.

But Xu Erlang felt that there was nothing to hide.

If he could open this old wound and gain the protection and mercy of his wife, his future life in the Duke's Mansion would be much better.

He is willing to gamble.

After all, he had nothing behind him, so he was not afraid of losing the bet.

But even if he wanted to, he felt that there was nothing to really say.

He took a deep breath and began to tell his past...

She was switched at birth, tortured by her adoptive mother and father, and at the age of 14 her true identity was revealed. She wasn't even allowed into the Marquis's residence, and was sent directly to the manor. At 15, she was taken to the manor, locked in a dilapidated courtyard, and taught etiquette by a strict attendant for three days. Then, she was dressed in ill-fitting, loose wedding clothes, covered with a veil, and taken to the Duke's residence in a sedan chair.

Fifteen years of life is just like this.

"Okay, the medicine is almost absorbed." Lin Ruan stood up and walked towards the screen, "Go wash up."

Xu Erlang twitched the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.

At this moment, his heart was filled with helplessness and self-mockery, and he had no hope that Lin Ruan would truly understand and sympathize with his experience.

He just stood up silently and followed Lin Ruan's footsteps to behind the screen.

I also think it is normal to lose the bet. How can a high-ranking woman understand the pain of this kind of life?

I was just listening to it to kill time while waiting for the plaster to be absorbed.

After helping Lin Ruan wash and groom, Xu Erlang quietly got himself ready. He didn't dare delay too much, fearing that Lin Ruan would get impatient waiting.

When he came out again, his steps were still a little unsteady. Lin Ruan was already lying on the bed, leaning sideways with her head supported, waiting for him.

She was seen leaning on the bed, playing with a white veil in her hand.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing."

She threw her veil on the ground casually.

Xu Erlang was kneeling in front of the couch in thin red gauze, but after a moment he groaned.

The veil that represented a man's chastity was tightly grasped in his hand, stained with blood.

No one cares whether a man is in pain or not; everyone only cares about chastity.

Even men are like this.

"It's so dirty." Lin Ruan frowned, "Throw it away quickly and wash your hands again."

How can it be dirty when it concerns the proof of a man's lifelong chastity?

But Lin Ruan is a woman, Xu Erlang's wife.

If she says it's dirty, then it's dirty.

Inside the red gauze tent, there were intermittent sounds.

The veil that could determine a man's life was thrown to the ground, next to which was the man's wedding clothes that were torn to pieces.

Next to it was a pair of Lin Ruan's red embroidered shoes, embroidered with a very festive pair of mandarin ducks, placed neatly on the footrest.

At a glance, one can tell who is superior and who is inferior, and who is noble and who is humble.

Xu Erlang lay under the brocade quilt, his Adam's apple rolling, but his mind was thinking about some irrelevant things.

He thought, the princess is really bad.

He was originally a substitute bride, so the most urgent thing was to seize the opportunity to have a child, to protect her from suffering for half her life, and to have a foothold in this deep mansion.

But the princess is very bad.

He swallowed all his future reliance, and the trickle seemed to be only enough to quench his thirst.

But it couldn't quench his thirst, nor could it solve his current predicament.

But for Lin Ruan, this was just another insignificant pleasure.

It's not worth mentioning at all.