Six years later, I and my four cubs blew up my ex-husband's house

Chapter 3017 I want to be carried, I can't walk anymore

A light kiss, gone in an instant.

The guests were silent for a moment after seeing this, then they all smiled warmly and gave a round of applause.

After the ceremony, the banquet began.

A pristine white tablecloth covered the long table, and silverware and crystal glasses shimmered in the candlelight.

Marcy gently took Zhou Si's arm, and the two walked side by side toward the guest area, their steps graceful and unhurried.

They toasted each table in turn.

The champagne in the glass was bubbling with delicate bubbles, as if reflecting the sweetness of the moment.

Every guest smiled and said "Congratulations," their eyes full of sincerity and blessings.

Marcy responded with a smile.

Zhou Si maintained a calm and gentle expression throughout, occasionally exchanging a glance with her, their eyes filled with tacit understanding and tenderness.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the table where Xia Lin and Shi Ye were sitting.

Charlene stood up, smiled brightly, and hugged Marcy, whispering, "Be happy."

Marcy smiled and nodded, her eyes crinkling slightly, and replied, "Yes."

She paused for a moment, then continued playfully, "You and Shi Ye should hurry up too, next time it'll be my engagement party with you two."

Charlene smiled and said, "Maybe I'll be the one to drink your wedding wine first!"

Just then, Jenny and Jessica, who were standing nearby, also came over.

Jenny raised her glass and interjected, "Whether it's an engagement drink or a wedding drink, it's good wine!"

Jessica nodded in agreement, smiling as she said, "Yes, we love drinking at weddings!"

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled knowingly.

As they were talking, the sound of fireworks exploding outside rang out.

Everyone looked up in that direction.

In the dazzling night sky, fireworks bloomed one after another, almost illuminating half the sky.

Everyone witnessed this magnificent and beautiful event.

The flickering light reflected on everyone's smiling faces, and for a moment all words seemed to fall silent, leaving only the soft sounds of fireworks exploding and the faint gasps of amazement from afar.

……

The engagement party ended that evening.

It was quite late when the guests were seen off.

Marcy followed Zhou Si back to her residence.

This house was originally intended as a wedding home, but now that they're engaged, it's only natural that they've moved in.

When she entered the house, Marcy was so exhausted that she collapsed on the sofa, her whole body aching and sore that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

She muttered to herself, her voice heavy with weariness, "I feel like I didn't do anything, I just attended the ceremony and entertained the guests, so why am I so tired???"

I feel like my legs don't belong to me anymore; they're as heavy as lead!

Zhou Si took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa. Then he sat down next to her, gazing at her tenderly.

He said gently, "I'll run the water and give you a hot bath. I'll give you a massage later to relax your muscles."

Marcy didn't refuse; instead, she curled up like a kitten and said obediently, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Si smiled gently, ruffled her hair, and quickly got up and headed for the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Zhou Si carefully adjusted the water temperature to ensure it was neither too hot nor too cold.

He also added a few drops of lavender essential oil to the bathtub to help relieve fatigue.

Once everything was ready, he came out and softly called out, "Come in, the water is ready."

Marcy gave a coquettish hum, stretched out her arms, and said softly, "I want to be carried... I can't walk anymore."

Zhou Si smiled indulgently, stepped over, and easily lifted Shi Yang up in his arms.

Inside the bathroom, steam rose, filling the air with a moist warmth.

The jacuzzi was filled with warm water, the surface of which rippled with a soft luster.

After putting the person down, Zhou Si stood by the bathtub and said in a low and gentle voice, "I've brought you your clothes and towels. They're on the shelf over there."

Soak for twenty minutes, don't soak for too long.

Marcy looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Since you're so thoughtful, why don't you help me wash up too?"

This was actually said half-jokingly, with a hint of provocation.

However, Zhou Si's eyes suddenly darkened.

He reached out and pulled the person into his arms, his body heat penetrating through the thin clothing.

His voice was slightly hoarse, "Are you sure? I don't mind!"

Marcy's ears burned, her cheeks flushed, and her heart raced.

She hesitated slightly, then whispered, "Maybe... I should do it myself?"

Zhou Si refused to let go and instead hugged her even tighter.

Before, when the two of them were together, they actually did everything they should and shouldn't have done, they were just missing the last step.

Zhou Si felt at that time that he didn't want to act too rashly.

He has his own bottom line and wants to cherish the people he loves.

In his heart, Shi Yang was someone who deserved to be treated with respect.

Therefore, he always restrained himself, approaching each other with great care, afraid of crossing the line even slightly.

Therefore, I always restrain myself, suppressing my impulses under the sway of reason, and gently and patiently nurturing those quietly growing desires.

But... now that they're engaged, there's no need to avoid it anymore.

The marriage contract was like a gentle permission, removing all the self-imposed boundaries that had been set before.

Zhou Si lowered his head, his gaze falling on her reddened earlobes, his breath slightly hot.

He leaned closer and gently kissed her earlobe, his voice deepening as he asked, "Is it alright?"

The meaning contained in those three simple words is quite obvious.

It was not just an inquiry, but an invitation, a kind of candor that was about to cross a certain boundary.

Marcy's ears turned red instantly, her neck felt hot, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Thinking about what might happen next, a heat was spreading from her chest to her limbs at a clearly perceptible speed, and even her fingertips trembled slightly.

Her face flushed red, but she didn't refuse. She just nodded shyly and said, "Mmm."

Zhou Si's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, almost drawing people in.

There was an indescribable undercurrent surging within, as if concealing countless unspoken desires.

His breathing was somewhat hot, each exhale carrying a scalding humidity that lingered slightly in the air.

He created a little distance between them, raised his hand, and began to unbutton her clothes.

Under the lights, the boy's gaze was focused and deep, more serious than anything else, as if this was the only thing left in the world.

But as the buttons came undone one by one, the clothes gradually fell off.

Marcy felt the temperature around her rising, and the air seemed to become thicker.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she dared not look at the man's expression, instead lowering her gaze to her own clothes or the blurry shadows in the distance.

Even so, she could clearly feel the intense heat of his fingertips touching her skin.

The temperature seemed to be branded into my heart, sending a shiver down my spine.

His touch was gentle yet carried an undeniable force; each contact felt like igniting a tiny flame that spread throughout his body.