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The two of them held their wedding before Fang Fengzhi’s pregnancy began to show.
Because Fang Fengzhi loved the sea, the wedding venue was ultimately set on a beautiful little island. Since Min Zhi disliked having too many strangers around, he rented the entire island half a month in advance; on the day of the wedding, the only people present were the relatives and friends of both parties.
Fang Fengzhi was someone who had experienced a wedding once before and was familiar with the entire process, yet he was still incredibly nervous while waiting in the lounge. The photographer stayed close behind them the entire time, while the guests had already taken their seats in the chapel waiting for their arrival. This was his second wedding, held with the person who would accompany him through the rest of his life. At this thought, Fang Fengzhi’s heart hammered even harder.
He couldn’t quite remember how much longer he waited after that, or how his father led him into the chapel; he only knew that from the moment he entered, he couldn’t take his eyes off Min Zhi. He walked toward him step by step as Min Zhi took his hand from his father and led him up the steps.
Standing face to face, Fang Fengzhi couldn’t help but want to smile as his eyes stayed fixed on his husband. When he saw the other party smiling just as he was, the creases at the corners of Fang Fengzhi’s eyes deepened. His earlier nerves dissolved completely, and in that instant, all he felt was unalloyed happiness. If the guests hadn’t been watching from below, he thought he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from laughing out loud.
The priest spoke on and on, but he only heard Min Zhi say “I do,” and he said the same words himself. Then, they placed the rings on each other’s fingers.
Then Min Zhi leaned in and kissed him, prompting the audience to burst into applause and laughter.
“Are you that nervous?” Min Zhi asked him as they walked to a corner together.
Fang Fengzhi nodded and cast a glance at Min Zhi, puzzled as to why the other party appeared completely unchanged from usual, as though he were not flustered in the slightest. Sensing what Fang Fengzhi was thinking, Min Zhi suddenly reached out and pulled him into an embrace.
Then, he heard the sound coming from the man’s chest—the only thing that was different:
“Thump, thump, thump…”
It was beating incredibly fast without a single pause.
The man’s voice carried along with his heartbeat, “I have no experience; I’m even more nervous than you are.”
Fang Fengzhi paused for a second before belatedly realizing the meaning behind Min Zhi’s words and couldn’t help but smile. The wedding proceedings had been arranged by the two of them together; since he had done this once before, he was familiar with most of it. It seemed that Min Zhi had been feeling resentful in his heart since then.
“Narrow-minded.” He cursed softly.
Min Zhi ignored him, gripping the back of his neck to pull him back slightly while staring intently into his eyes. “But you’ll only have these two times in your life.” As he spoke, he moved to kiss his lips.
Fang Fengzhi turned his head, letting the kiss land on his cheek. “People are watching.”
Min Zhi glanced at the photographer nearby, straightened up, and stopped trying to kiss him.
However, when they returned to the hotel that night, he found a video camera inexplicably sitting in the room.
He picked it up to look; it was brand new and hadn’t recorded anything yet. He didn’t recall Min Zhi having a hobby for cinematography.
Min Zhi then walked over, wrapped his arms around him, and pointed toward the large, beautiful white gift box resting on the bed. “Open it and take a look.”
Fang Fengzhi gave him a puzzled look as he opened the box. Inside was a set of white… a dress?
“Why did you buy this?”
“A wedding dress. Wear it for me.”
Fang Fengzhi’s face flushed; he was far too embarrassed to do such a thing.
Seeing that he was ignoring the request, Min Zhi took the dress out of the box. It was a beautiful white qipao, a long robe with exquisite patterns and a shoulder veil.
“I’ll help you put it on.”
After being worn down by Min Zhi for quite a while, Fang Fengzhi reluctantly hurried into the bathroom to change. The chest area of the qipao was flat, fitting him perfectly, it was neither too loose nor too tight, but the side slits reached all the way up to his hip, so a single tug would reveal his entire backside. Fang Fengzhi blushed; this was clearly custom-made by Min Zhi.
He dawdled inside for a long time before sheepishly opening the door. Min Zhi had been leaning against the doorframe waiting for him. Seeing Fang Fengzhi dressed like that, the heat between his legs felt like it was catching fire. He grit his teeth and held something out in front of Fang Fengzhi, “And this.”
It was a pair of white lace garter stockings, attached to a pair of lace thong underwear that covered absolutely nothing.
“I-I’m not wearing that!”
It was shameful enough to wear what he already had on, but to wear something that was so clearly erotic lingerie, there’s no way!
The moment he finished speaking, Min Zhi hoisted him by the backside and slung him over his shoulder. His hand naturally slid through the slit of the qipao before immediately grabbing a handful of smooth, soft, bare flesh.
Min Zhi couldn’t help but mutter a low curse. He threw him onto the bed and forcibly made the Omega put on the lace underwear and garter stockings.
Unable to resist, Fang Fengzhi buried his face in the quilt as his entire neck flushed red.
Min Zhi pressed down on him and whispered a compliment in his ear: “It really suits you.” He caressed the bare back exposed by the Omega’s cutout with his hand as he flipped him over. “Are you hot? Your face is so red.”
Without waiting for an answer, he suddenly lifted him up. “I’ll take you to get some air.” Holding him in a half-embrace, he reached the balcony in just two strides.
The humid sea breeze washed over them, intensifying the heat. They were more than twenty stories up, able to see the guests laughing and mingling in the garden below.
“Don’t… not outside…”
Min Zhi kissed his lips. “Don’t be afraid. They can’t see us.”
Warmed all over by Min Zhi’s kiss, their pheromones began to blend. Fang Fengzhi clutched the railing tightly, pressing his body against the Roman pillar beneath him as he grew slightly limp.
Min Zhi stared at him intensely, then grabbed the front hem of the qipao to expose Fang Fengzhi’s lower body. He stuffed the hem into the Omega’s mouth before telling him to bite down hard and stay quiet; otherwise, the people above and below would hear them and know exactly what they were doing.
