Chapter 357: Chapter 353: Giving Herself to Him

Gu Jiaojiao cheekily stepped forward, lifted Leng Yuan’s arm to measure it, and wove a bracelet on the spot.

"There, it’s done. This is my gift to you. I’m telling you, this is a classic case of ’it’s the thought that counts.’ The meaning behind this gift is really wonderful."

She personally put it on Leng Yuan’s wrist, her expression earnest, as if her seriousness alone could somehow make the cheap red string seem more valuable.

Leng Yuan looked at the red string on his arm and toyed with it, thinking ’the symbolism really is wonderful.’

Yue Lao’s red string was not to be given away lightly; giving it to someone meant you were bound to them for life. Leng Yuan definitely liked that.

When Gu Jiaojiao saw that he wasn’t angry and was, in fact, smiling, she felt an even deeper sense of guilt.

’I have to prepare a proper, grand gift for my husband some other day,’ she thought. ’He was won over by a single red string. He’s far too easy to please.’

Leng Yuan stroked the red string, examining it so intently it was as if he could make a flower bloom from it.

Gu Jiaojiao felt a mix of guilt and awkwardness.

Seeing how long he was looking at it, she couldn’t help but let her own gaze drift over.

’Could it be?

Was the red string she’d given him not just an ordinary cord, but some kind of incredible treasure?’

She stared at it, but couldn’t see anything special. Her eyes were, however, drawn to the man’s fair-skinned arm.

Most of the men in the village were rather dark-skinned. After all, they toiled year-round under the scorching sun, so it would have been strange if they weren’t.

But Leng Yuan was different.

He had a job at the school and spent his days indoors, giving him a complexion that even girls would envy.

Her gaze traveled up from his wrist to his taut, powerful forearm. It didn’t look like much under normal circumstances, but the moment he tensed it, the muscles there became as hard as stone.

She had touched it once before. It had been smooth and hard, brimming with seemingly limitless strength.

Gu Jiaojiao stared, unable to look away.

When Leng Yuan finally tore his gaze from the red string, he saw his young wife staring dazedly at his exposed forearm.

He glanced at his arm, then back at his wife, and his eyes darkened.

’And today is, for all intents and purposes, our wedding night!’

Leng Yuan coaxed Gu Jiaojiao to go to bed.

He even took the initiative to hide her box for her.

Gu Jiaojiao was speechless.

’Could it be because I gave him a gift? Is that why my husband is in such a good mood and being so agreeable?’

She glanced outside at the sky; it was already pitch-black.

The wedding banquet hadn’t ended until after two in the afternoon. By the time they finished cleaning up the dishes and sorting through the mess, it was already five o’clock. She’d been a little hungry at that point, so she’d heated up the leftovers for Chen JianShe and the others.

She had gone out to deliver something as soon as she finished eating.

By the time she returned, the kitchen had already been cleaned up and everyone was gone.

In the village, people often ate two meals a day, with the second one usually around five o’clock, so Gu Jiaojiao truly wasn’t hungry.

She just felt that it was still early.

"I’m not really sleepy yet."

The look in Leng Yuan’s eyes grew deeper.

"Then just lie down. It’s cold out here."

The heated brick bed was wonderfully warm. Lying under the covers was certainly more comfortable than just standing around in the middle of the room.

After a moment’s thought, Gu Jiaojiao quickly washed up and lay down.

After hiding the box, the man washed up as well. By the time he came back, half an hour had passed.

He shook off the chill from his body before slipping under the covers.

He blew out the kerosene lamp, and the room fell into complete darkness.

Gu Jiaojiao tended to run cold, so after Leng Yuan lay down, she naturally snuggled up against him.

On a cold winter night, having a man who was warm as a furnace next to her, Gu Jiaojiao felt utterly blissful.

She closed her eyes, her face a picture of pure bliss.

But as she lay there with her eyes blissfully shut, she suddenly felt that something was amiss. His hand began to slide, trailing a scorching heat in its wake.