Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

But when she saw that Zhou Tong smelled of alcohol and even fell to the ground as soon as he entered the door, she couldn't help being startled, and hurried forward to check.

But Zhou Tong was laying on the ground and fell into a coma. He seemed to be still raving, "I'm not drunk, come on, keep drinking."

Zhou Zhiruo was speechless for a while, and then felt indescribably relieved. Finally, she didn't need to worry about how to deal with Song Qingshu next, to get through this difficult night.

After all, no matter what, in everyone's eyes, tonight is their wedding night!

If this man is kicked out directly, I am afraid that the news will spread throughout Emei the next day, and both of them will become a laughing stock.

Zhou Tong's gradual snoring made Zhou Zhiruo a little strange. Over the years, she had never been in the same room with any man in the middle of the night, alone and widowed.

She shook her head, and still did it herself, dragging Zhou Tong to the bed. After doing this, a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"You are heartless, you sleep soundly, and you have nowhere to go." Zhou Zhiruo rarely showed a childlike attitude, and whispered softly: "When you wake up tomorrow, I will see how I deal with you. "

Just when she was about to get up, Zhou Tong suddenly murmured, "Zhiruo, don't go."

A wide and warm palm grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's arm, pulled it hard, and pushed him down on the bed.

Immediately after, a pair of powerful arms hugged her slender waist tightly, and a manly aura lingered, making Zhou Zhiruo tense and angry instantly.

"Song Qingshu, what are you doing? Let me go?" Zhou Zhiruo scolded in shock.

She turned her head to look, but found that Zhou Tong was still sleeping soundly, but he was still murmuring, shouting non-stop, "Zhiruo, don't go, don't leave me..."

Only then did she come to her senses, it seemed that everything just now was just an accident.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart relaxed slightly, she didn't know when, she didn't want to completely tear herself apart with Zhou Tong. …

If it was really this man who wanted to force himself to do something to him just now...

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, feeling a little sad and sad for no reason.

Marriage was originally supposed to be the happiness of the daughter's life; weddings in the bridal chamber were the most embarrassing and sweetest moment; but I was angry and flustered because of my husband's closeness; What a tragedy!

She was a little sad, her eyes dimmed, and she wanted to push Zhou Tong's palm away and get out.

But no matter how hard she tried, the drunken man in front of him, his arms were like cast iron, and he refused to let her go no matter what.

Zhou Zhiruo was a little annoyed immediately, "Song Qingshu, you bastard, aren't you pretending to be drunk to tease me?"

However, Zhou Tong was still in a coma, but he squeezed her into his arms even harder, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and whispered softly, "You bastard, if I really find out that you are faking it, you will die."

She stared at the man in front of her, but found that this guy seemed to be really asleep, with an unspeakable peace.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Zhou Zhiruo was silent for a long time, and then said in a raving voice: "Song Qingshu, you make me feel so strange recently, but I like you a little bit."

"But, I'm sorry, I can't let go of the shadow of the second man anymore in my heart."

"I hate Zhang Wuji to the bone, but that's because... because..."

A tear rolled down and shattered on the red wedding dress, which made people feel heartbroken.

In such an environment, and the man in front of him was drunk and unconscious, Zhou Zhiruo finally revealed her weak and painful side.

Her eyes were blurred by tears, but she didn't see Zhou Tong's hands were unconsciously clenched tightly, with veins bulging.

"Zhou Zhiruo, on the day of your wedding, at the wedding night in the bridal chamber, are you still crying because of another man, because of Zhang Wuji?"

Of course Zhou Tong wasn't really drunk, with the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu protecting his body, how could he get drunk so easily.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his heart, and his whole body seemed to be completely exploded.

Anger, unwillingness, and a trace of hidden deep jealousy!

These emotions, like raging fire, almost completely burned his reason.

"Zhou Zhiruo, you are my bride tonight!" That kind of man's self-esteem made Zhou Tong feel pain and humiliation.

At this moment, as if he was really drunk, he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and growled in a hoarse and frightening voice: "Zhou Zhiruo, I don't allow you to think about other men at this moment."

Zhou Zhiruo was immersed in her own grief, and before she could react, she felt the man beside her violently rise up like a wild beast, suddenly pressing herself under him.

Zhou Tong's eyes were bloodshot, with a kind of wildness and domineering, as if two flames were burning.

Zhou Zhiruo had never seen him like this before, flustered and at a loss, she said eagerly: "Song Qingshu, don't do this, listen to me..."...

However, at the next moment, Zhou Tong kissed her directly, and the most intimate contact, like a bolt of lightning, exploded in Zhou Zhiruo's mind, making her eyes widen and she was completely dumbfounded.

"I don't care what you were like before, from now on, you are my woman and my wife."

"I don't allow it, you're thinking about other men..."

Zhou Tong's voice was hoarse, like a raging beast, dangerous and cold.

"Zhiruo, I will make you a real woman now, you... can only belong to me."

Zhou Zhiruo woke up with a start at this sentence, she struggled violently, and screamed, "Song Qingshu, let me go."

Zhou Tong simply ignored the anger and scolding of the woman under him, as if admiring his own beautiful artwork, he slowly and firmly took off the red wedding dress on his body.

"Song Qingshu, you promised me, you promised me, we are only married in name, you will not force me." At this time, Zhou Zhiruo is like an ordinary weak woman, completely without the majesty of the head of Emei, Not to mention the strength of possessing peerless martial arts.

In such the most private space, being completely crushed by this man, gradually revealing her flawless skin that no one has ever appreciated.

She was completely flustered, like a fish out of water, opened her mouth to exclaim, scream, and struggle, but she was so powerless.

"Zhiruo, you are my woman, and you can only be my woman." Zhou Tong said domineeringly, and then took off his last clothes.

"Don't! Song Qingshu, don't!"

"I'll hate you forever if you do this."

Zhou Zhiruo's tears rolled down uncontrollably, full of fear.

"I'd rather you hate me forever than you don't have me in your heart at all." Zhou Tong said, kissed her lips again, and then dropped the veil on the side of the bed, covering everything that happened on the bed.

"If you're like this, even if you get my person, you won't get my heart!" Zhou Zhiruo looked into Zhou Tong's eyes and said bitterly.

The next moment, with a muffled groan, the two of them completely merged together.

Zhou Zhiruo bit Zhou Tong's lip fiercely, and scarlet blood flowed out from their intertwined lips and teeth.

"Song Qingshu, I hate you!"

"Don't call me Song Qingshu, call me Husband, from today onwards, I will be your man, your only man!"

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Chapter 13 Crossing Gazes in the Mirror

A night of absurdity, when the morning sun was slightly dew, the sunlight passed through the veil in front of the window, and fell on the beautiful jade-like skin, which was shining with luster.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were tightly closed, she was still in a deep sleep, her brows were still slightly frowned, as if she still had various things on her mind in her dream.

Zhou Tong never got up, looking at the beauty sleeping soundly in his arms, he felt complacent and happy.

It wasn't until the sun was high that Zhou Zhiruo's eyes slowly opened. Although her body was a little sore, she especially felt an indescribable sense of shame in her lower body.

But it has been a long, long time since she let go of everything like this, and she fell asleep until dawn, feeling extremely relaxed and at ease.

It's just that when she felt the breath of the man beside her and the closeness of their skin, she immediately recalled what happened last night.

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly turned her head, and saw Zhou Tong who was close at hand, looking at him with a smile.

With a look of shame and indignation on her face, she angrily said: "Song Qingshu, get out of here."

When Zhou Tong heard the name Song Qingshu, for some reason, he felt a little displeased. He bent down and kissed the soft lips of the woman in front of him.

Zhou Zhiruo was ashamed and annoyed, she was completely naked at this time, being hugged by this man and being so close to him, her heart was full of panic, and there was also a trace of unspeakable tension.

After pushing Zhou Tong away, Zhou Zhiruo became a little annoyed and said, "Song Qingshu, if you treat me like this again..."

Before the words finished, Zhou Tong kissed him again. After a while, the two separated their lips and teeth. Zhou Tong said a little domineeringly: "I told you, don't call me Song Qingshu again."

Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth, turned her head slightly and did not dare to look into the man's eyes, and said tremblingly, "I see, let me go first."

Zhou Tong's right hand lightly pinched Zhou Zhiruo's fair chin, making her look at him squarely, and said each word, "You want to call me Husband."

Zhou Zhiruo was a little out of breath at this time, and slapped it out with a palm, "Song Qingshu, you are too presumptuous!"

Zhou Tong didn't dodge or dodge. After receiving the palm, a streak of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The dazzling blood color immediately made Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face turn pale, and she said with a trembling tone, "You...why don't you hide?"

Zhou Tong looked into her eyes, and kissed her again. Zhou Zhiruo was completely dazed, and even forgot to dodge, allowing this man to kiss her lips again.

"I've said it before, you are not allowed to call me Song Qingshu anymore, but Husband."

The bodies of the two hugged each other tightly, and they could feel each other's heartbeat and body temperature.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo didn't know why, but she suddenly felt extremely weak. She lowered her head hastily, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "I see, husband...husband..."

"Let me go, okay!"

Zhou Tong knew that the woman in his arms was thin-skinned, and it was already the limit to be able to sit up to this point. If he teased her again, he might really become angry from embarrassment, so he let her go gently, and said: "There have been a few waves of Emei disciples just now. I came to look for you, but I chased them away, after you get up and eat something, go and have a look, they probably have something important to report to you.”…

"What did you say?" Zhou Zhiruo immediately became flustered when she heard the words, her face flushed like a fire, and even her fair ears turned red.

"Why didn't you wake me up? What can I do about this? Everyone knows me...I..."

Zhou Zhiruo gave Zhou Tong a bitter look, and said, "It's all your fault, now I will be everyone's laughing stock."

Zhou Tong lay motionless on the bed, propping his head on the side of his right hand, admiring the beauty's frantic dressing, and the occasional happy moment, which was even more seductive, making his eyes seem to be burning with flames, and his throat was a little tingling. Dry.

"It's because they don't know what to do. They know that last night was our bridal chamber, but they still came so early today to disturb us."

"Besides, you and I are now a legitimate couple. The happiness in the boudoir is the law of nature. How can it be the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks?"

Feeling his burning gaze, Zhou Zhiruo's face became more and more ashamed. It was the first time in her life that she was dressing in front of a man, which made her want to die of shame and indignation.

"Song..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt Zhou Tong's eyes suddenly narrowed, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously covered her lips.

"I... I mean, you turn around, I want to get dressed."

Zhou Tong smiled lightly and said, "Haven't you never seen it? Are you still so shy?"

Sensing Zhou Zhiruo's almost murderous eyes, he deliberately said in a perfunctory tone: "Okay! Okay! I'm afraid of you."

After pretending to be helpless and closing her eyes, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth. When she met this man, she felt powerless and helpless.

"What a shameless bastard!"

She couldn't help but curse inwardly, but she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that this man would do something here that would make her ashamed and unbearable.

It's already this time, if you don't deal with the Emei affairs, I'm afraid you will really be laughed to death by all the teachers and sisters.

"It's really embarrassing to see people!" Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly put on her clothes, but found that Zhou Tong had already opened his eyes and was staring at him intently.

Feeling angry and helpless, he snorted coldly, sat in front of the dressing table in the room, and started to untangle his hair.

Zhou Tong put on a robe to cover his body, came behind her, took the comb lightly, and said, "Let me do it!"

Zhou Zhiruo originally wanted to refuse, but Zhou Tong didn't give her a chance to resist at all. He took a comb and started combing her long black hair like a waterfall.

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't resist him, and originally wanted to stab him a few words, but felt the careful and focused movements of the man behind him, as well as the gentle expression in the bronze mirror, but he couldn't say those words no matter what.

The room fell silent for a moment, only the sound of the comb rubbing against the hair, inexplicably quiet and harmonious.

Zhou Zhiruo could clearly feel the breathing of the man behind her, and her gentle movements seemed to have touched her heart severely. For some reason, there was water in her eye sockets.

In front of this man, she always seemed to easily expose her weakness and grievances, and her strength and courage today always seemed to be easily broken.

In front of this man, she is more like a weak little woman.

Not the head of Emei, not a master of peerless martial arts, not a disciple of Emei who bears various responsibilities...

Just a wronged little woman who likes to cry!

The bronze mirror reflects the figures of the two people. The beauty is like jade, and the man is heroic. There is an indescribable harmony.

"Zhiruo doesn't cry, I'm always here."

Zhou Tong gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Zhou Zhiruo in the bronze mirror, his eyes crossed in the mirror, and showed a gentle smile.

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Chapter 13 Crossing Gazes in the Mirror

A night of absurdity, when the morning sun was slightly dew, the sunlight passed through the veil in front of the window, and fell on the beautiful jade-like skin, which was shining with luster.