I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

Shi Liu covered his face after the unexpected kiss, his wide, watery eyes staring in surprise.

His entire body seemed to freeze in place, a whirlwind of emotions thundering in his head. His heart felt as if it was cloaked in a layer of honey, and the sweetness permeated his veins, flowing through every fiber of his being.

He instinctively rubbed his chest, sitting down on a stool in a daze. When he finally mustered the courage to look in the mirror, his flushed cheeks and lively eyebrows reflected a radiant face.

A single glance was enough to set his heart racing, and he couldn’t bring himself to look again. Turning his head away, he got up and paced the room, attempting to calm his racing thoughts.

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Meanwhile, Shi Wu hurriedly discussed the wedding plans with Shi Mo. Shi Mo, upon hearing his urgency, offered his approval.

The wedding preparations were extensive, but the challenge laid in maintaining the wedding venue.

Recognizing this, Shi Wu decided to visit the mansion in Baiyin City directly.

The steward who managed the mansion ensured that it was beautifully adorned and meticulously prepared to receive Shi Liu directly from Xiangshan Village.

As the elder brother, Shi Mo took on the responsibility of hosting the wedding.

After Shi Liu’s dowry was arranged, Shi Mo and Bai Jingxiao headed to the mansion in Baiyin City.

Aunt Hong officiated the wedding, despite the rushed preparations. Every detail was taken care of.

On the day of the wedding, Shi Wu arranged two large ships to transport the attendees.

Upon reaching the boundaries of Baiyin City, they switched to sedan chairs, then rushed to pay their respects to Shi Mo and Bai Jingxiao as the elders.

After the ceremony, Shi Wu, along with a group of friends, indulged in drinking until they were inebriated. As the groom, it was his responsibility to accept the drink. Shi Wu’s friends didn’t release him until the man was drunk then they led him to meet his waiting bride.

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Shi Liu had taken great care to dress up, including applying lipstick to his lips. He had declined having powder applied, as he disliked the scent of it, though his naturally fair skin needed no enhancement. Despite a challenging early childhood, his years with his third brother at Brother Pei’s house had brought about a life of comfort and ease, cultivating his flawless, fair skin.

Shi Wu had been aware of Shi Liu’s graceful appearance but was still taken aback by his beauty on this special day.

He couldn’t resist the impulse and leaned in to kiss his bright red lips. Shi Liu was startled and attempted to move away but found himself enveloped in Shi Wu’s embrace.

The taste of alcohol on Shi Wu’s lips was overpowering, causing Shi Liu to wrinkle his nose in discomfort. Yet, beneath that feeling of displeasure, a strange sensation coursed through his body. He gasped softly, his throat emitting a sound reminiscent of a cat’s purr.

Recognizing the unexpected turn of events, Shi Wu released him quickly, his heavy breath tinged with the scent of alcohol brushing against Shi Liu’s face.

Shi Liu’s lips were still slightly parted, panting softly, and his eyes shimmered with moisture. The cinnabar mole near the corner of his eye appeared a deeper shade of red, the lotus between his brows radiating a captivating charm. His face and neck took on a rosy hue, while his lovely countenance bore a wrinkled expression at the moment.

“Have you been drinking? Your breath doesn’t smell very pleasant.” Shi Liu remarked, wrinkling his nose in response.

Shi Wu, hearing what he said, suddenly regained his composure. Today, he had been so joyful that he had consumed a bit more alcohol than usual. When Shi Liu mentioned it, he remembered that they hadn’t yet shared a wine together.

He swiftly carried Shi Liu to the table, poured two glasses of wine, kept one for himself and handed the other to Shi Liu.

This hastily arranged marriage had left him uncertain about the traditions and customs to follow during the wedding ceremony. When he saw a glass of wine being offered to him, Shi Liu instinctively frowned and hesitated, “Why are we drinking wine? I don’t find the taste of wine pleasant at all. I’d rather not.”

Shi Wu chuckled softly, “Xiao Liu, this is Henan wine, and it’s customary for newlyweds in the bridal chamber to share it. It’s a tradition.”

This explanation eased Shi Liu’s concerns, and he didn’t object to drinking the wine with Shi Wu.

The wine had a sweet taste, much more palatable than white wine. After a day without food, he drank it eagerly, though his stomach promptly voiced its protest.

Shi Liu blushed with embarrassment, and Shi Wu placed his large hand over his belly, feeling guilty for neglecting to feed him. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t even thought about providing a meal for Shi Liu.

Shi Liu had always been obedient since childhood. The matchmaker had warned him not to touch pastries, red dates, or longans in the bridal chamber, as they were associated with good luck.

Shi Wu told him, “Don’t worry about those superstitions. It won’t hurt to have a few bites before your meal. I’ll have some hot food sent over.”

Shi Wu arranged for the kitchen to prepare a meal and personally went to the bathroom to wash away the alcohol smell.