Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 680: Bridal chamber

He put away the veil and sat down next to him unable to contain his excitement. He had this strong urge to kick everyone out, lock the door and press his baby on the bed to ravage him to his heart’s content.

Imagining what he would do to him tonight the tips of his ears turned red. Qie Xieling had no idea what he was thinking but his chrysanthemum suddenly tightened as though sensing the threat. The older woman poured out wine for them in small porcelain cups linked together with a red thread.

In the intimate glow of their bridal chamber, the newlyweds sat facing each other and crossed their arms, each holding a cup of wedding wine. Their eyes met a silent promise passing between them.

"May our love be as enduring as this wine," Qie Xieling whispered, his voice barely audible.

Luo Muchen nodded, his gaze unwavering. "To a lifetime of happiness," he replied.

And then, in perfect sync, they exchanged cups, their lips meeting the rim. The wine flowed, sealing their commitment. Just when Qie Xieling thought they were done, Luo Muchen was told to pick up the golden scissors.

Qie Xieling, "..."

"Ah, this... why do we have to give each other haircuts?" he asked seriously worried that his man might be a little scissors-happy.

"Young sir, it’s a very important hair-binding ceremony. It symbolises the two of you have tied the knot and will be forever in wedded bliss," she said and Qie Xieling didn’t question it anymore but that didn’t stop him from asking, "What if you are bald?"

The old lady, "???"

"Cut it," she said and Luo Muchen reached out to cut the hair at his nape.

Qie Xieling who had the perfect hair moved slightly while saying, "Don’t cut so much."

Luo Muchen held his arm and pulled him closer. "Babe, if you keep moving I might cut a lot more by mistake," he said and Qie Xieling instantly became very obedient. With a steady hand, he snipped a small lock of hair and placed it on the tray covered with a crimson cloth.

"That’s all you need?" asked Qie Xieling seeing how much hair was cut off.

"What? You thought I would be giving you a haircut? Here, come then. I will give you a bald spot," said Luo Muchen in a teasing tone and Qie Xieling yelped as he moved away from the deadly pair of scissors.

"Noooo... Mu Mu, stop playing with me," he said only for the older woman to clear her throat loudly.

The two stopped messing around and Qie Xieling cut off a small piece of Luo Muchen’s hair. The entire time he had on an evil smile like he was really going to cut off a huge chunk.

The woman tied their hair together, a red thread binding them. The strands mingled symbolising their inseparability. They placed the cut hair in a red pouch, a keepsake of their love.

The woman tied the wedding clothes together at the hem. It was to wish that the new couple’s hearts would always be united. It was after he was fed dumplings by Luo Shih that were not totally cooked through that Qie Xieling was finally let go. He had no idea why he was the only one that had to eat them.

"Is it raw?" asked Luo Shih with a knowing smile.

Qie Xieling reluctantly chewed before answering,

"Raw."

Luo Shih smiled happily already imagining a set of twins running around the house.

Qie Xieling finally heaved a sigh when he heard they were done. He felt a finger touching him through the sleeve and he turned to look at Luo Muchen who was staring at him affectionately.

"Here drink this," he said and Qie Xieling’s heart swelled. "Did it taste that bad?"

Qie Xieling tightened his grip on Luo Muchen’s hand as he drank the water. "It wasn’t that bad. It was just undercooked."

Luo Muchen smiled helplessly as he caressed Qie Xieling’s cheek with his thumb. "It’s almost over. Are you hungry or you can hold on?"

Qie Xieling drank the rest of the water his head tilted back and his Adam’s apple rolling. Luo Muchen’s eyes turned sharp like a ball of fire, burning his skin with passion.

He leaned in close and while no one was watching he kissed Qie Xieling’s earlobe and whispered in his ear, "I want to taste you," in a deep and magnetic voice.

Qie Xieling’s body stiffened his heart itchy. Damn, he hadn’t seen him for a couple of days and the man had shed off his sheep skin. He had finally revealed his vicious wolf face and was going to devour him. If it weren’t for the tight schedule Qie Xieling was pretty sure he would have been eaten cleanly with no bones left.

"You two need to go get your registration and then your pictures done," said Luo Shih reminding them what they had to do next.

Qie Xieling sighed deeply as he lay back on the soft bed. Luo Muchen chuckled softly as he got up. Only the heavens know how much he was holding back from straddling Qie Xieling right now and kissing him till he was breathless.

"Come on," he said as he held his hands to help him up.

Qie Xieling was tempted to pull him down with his body weight but this wasn’t the right time. He allowed Luo Muchen to pull him up.

The pair of new husbands registered their marriage with the civil affairs officers. After Luo Shih paid for premium house call service they came to the door to register their marriage.

After making it fully official the pair finally experienced how models feel when doing photo shoots. Qie Xieling would have hated it if it weren’t for the amount of PDA involved.

The two of them stood amidst the lush greenery, their wedding attires vibrant against the natural backdrop. The photographer constable directed them with gentle prompts on which direction to face and hand placement.

The first few pictures were taken by the garden fountain, its water shimmering like liquid diamonds in the background. Luo Muchen’s arm encircled Qie Xieling’s waist, pulling him close. The enthusiastic photographer directed them on where to stand and when she was satisfied she clicked away. While she was checking on the pictures Luo Muchen leaned closer the tip of his nose brushing against Qie Xieling’s ear.

"You smell nice," he whispered his eyes half-lidded with a seductive smile.

"You picked it so of course I smell nice," whispered Qie Xieling thinking about the betrothal gifts sent to his home. It came in a velvet box and Qie Xieling eagerly opened it. The fragrance could be described as a dance between masculine and ethereal. It was a harmony of rare ingredients orchestrated by a master perfumer and his man picked it specially for him. Luo Muchen’s fingers tightened as he kissed his cheek. The photographer who was always on the alert immediately raised her camera and took a picture that would become one of their favourite portraits.