Chapter 1002: The surging love will eventually drown them in the bed

The dream wedding ceremony ended in a warm atmosphere.

The guests' blessings were still lingering in her ears, and the ring on Zhou Mengyao's finger still had a slightly cool warmth, which intertwined with the temperature of her palm to create an indescribable sense of security.

Just then, a gentle figure slowly stepped forward. It was Zhou Zhongdang.

He looked at Zhou Mengyao, his eyes filled with the love and satisfaction that only a father could have, as if he had crossed the distance between life and death, pouring all his concerns and blessings into his gaze.

"My dear daughter," he began, his voice a little hoarse from time, yet exceptionally clear.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes turned red instantly, and tears rolled in her eyes like pearls that had broken off the string.

It had been a long time since she heard her father's voice so clearly, and a long time since she saw her father's appearance so closely.

"Daughter, congratulations to you and Alang." Zhou Zhongdang's voice was choked with sobs, but it also revealed sincere expectations. "You must be happy."

"Yeah." Zhou Mengyao nodded with tears in her eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhongdang, who was in the form of an angel in the dream, was surrounded by a soft halo, his figure gradually became lighter, and a pair of white wings slowly spread out behind him.

A beam of warm golden light poured down from above, just covering him.

Zhou Zhongdang smiled gently at Zhou Mengyao, waved his hand, and then rode on the beam of light, flapping his wings, slowly flying towards the sky. His figure became fainter and fainter, and finally merged into the warm light.

"Dad!" Zhou Mengyao called out with tears in her eyes, waving her hands vigorously and watching her father's figure disappear in the light and shadow.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, but this time it was not sadness, but a mixture of longing and a sense of fulfillment.

The appearance of her father Zhou Zhongdang was the most precious gift in this dream, allowing her to receive blessings from another world at the most important moment in her life.

Zhou Mengyao's heart seemed to be filled with something warm, full of happiness, touching, and unprecedented perfection.

Before she could fully recover from this emotion, Lin Lang's familiar voice came to her ears, with a hint of playfulness and tenderness. "Wife, come here."

Zhou Mengyao looked up and her heart skipped a beat.

Lin Lang was seen riding on the white unicorn again.

The unicorn had a sturdy figure, its silver mane flowing like moonlight, the horn on its forehead gleaming with a lustrous luster, its huge wings folded at its sides, and it stood quietly not far away, like a creature from a fairy tale.

Lin Lang sat on the unicorn's back, leaning slightly over to look at Zhou Mengyao. His black suit looked even more upright under the light and shadow, and the smile at the corner of his lips was so gentle that it could drown you in water.

Zhou Mengyao raised her head and looked at Lin Lang, with tears still in her eyes, but she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, revealing a sweet smile, and gently placed her hand on Lin Lang's outstretched palm.

Lin Lang exerted force suddenly, with just the right amount of gentleness and strength, and gently pulled her up.

Zhou Mengyao sat on the unicorn and leaned steadily in front of Lin Lang.

Lin Lang immediately stretched out his arms, tightly wrapped around her waist, and hugged Zhou Mengyao's soft body. He could clearly feel her warm body temperature and her chaotic heartbeat due to excitement. A sense of security instantly enveloped her.

"Gee." Lin Lang's voice came from behind with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the unicorn spread its hooves and ran briskly on the red carpet covered with rose petals.

The red petals were gently lifted up by the hooves and then slowly fell down, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses.

Zhou Mengyao, who was held in Lin Lang's arms, had a look of happiness on her face. She rode on the unicorn's back, feeling the wind blowing through her hair, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

The moment they reached the end of the red carpet, the unicorn suddenly spread its huge wings, and with a gust of light wind, it carried the two of them into the air.

Zhou Mengyao exclaimed, and was immediately overwhelmed by great surprise.

She looked down and saw that the scene on the ground was getting smaller and smaller. The lights at the wedding venue were like scattered stars, and they were walking in the dreamy light and shadow.

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Zhou Mengyao cheered happily, her voice full of excitement.

She excitedly grabbed Lin Lang's hand, and with a hint of tears in her voice, she said very clearly: "Hubby, thank you... Thank you for giving me an unforgettable wedding."

Lin Lang sensed Zhou Mengyao's excitement and unconsciously hugged her tighter. His voice was gentle but firm: "Silly wife, this is just the beginning. Every day from now on will be happier than today."

"Well, I believe your husband." Zhou Mengyao's heart was filled with happiness.

The unicorn flies freely in the vast sky, and the sound of its flapping wings is like the most beautiful melody.

Zhou Mengyao looked at the clouds flowing beneath her, looked at the sun in the distance, felt the warmth transmitted by her lover, and felt that the whole world was unspeakably gentle.

This dream wedding, with the love of her lover, the witness of her best friends, the blessing of her father who transcends life and death, and this fairy-tale journey, has already left an eternal mark in her heart.

She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips, and flew towards a more distant happiness in Lin Lang's arms and on the back of the unicorn.

When Zhou Mengyao slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness seemed to slowly emerge from a warm ocean. The light and shadow around her faded away, and the sound of wind and flapping wings in her ears gradually dissipated.

Her eyelashes trembled, and what came into view was no longer the vast sky and flowing clouds, but the familiar bedroom ceiling, and the scent of Lin Lang lingered at the tip of her nose.

Zhou Mengyao tilted her head slightly and realized that her consciousness and spirit had already exited Lin Lang's dream.

Lin Lang had woken up at some point and was lying on his side, one hand gently around her waist, his eyes gently fixed on her face, as if he was gazing at a rare treasure.

"Wife," Lin Lang's voice was slightly hoarse from waking up, but full of smiles, "Our dream wedding is over. Now...is it time to enter the bridal chamber?"

Zhou Mengyao felt warm in her heart because of his teasing. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and her fingertips touched a wet spot.

She turned her head to look at the pillow, and sure enough, there was a small water stain on the light-colored pillow - those were the tears she shed in her dream, which actually came into reality.

"You're so annoying. You only know how to take advantage of me." She raised her hand and gently punched Lin Lang's chest with her pink fist. Her tone was coquettish and angry, but there was an unbreakable tenderness in her eyes.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her movements suddenly stopped and her eyes fell on her left hand.

On the ring finger, a diamond ring is reflecting the light coming in from the window, as bright as the one in the dream.

Zhou Mengyao suddenly sat up in bed, staring at the diamond ring on her finger in disbelief, her voice trembling: "Oh my God, husband...how could the diamond ring in my dream appear on my hand?"

Lin Lang also sat up and reached out to pull Zhou Mengyao to his side, his tone full of doting: "Wife, because the diamond ring I put on you in the dream was a real diamond ring."

He paused, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, "Actually, I already bought the diamond ring a long time ago, but I've been struggling with how to give it to you. After all... I can't give you a name, which makes me feel uneasy."

"Silly husband!" Zhou Mengyao's tears welled up in an instant. She hugged Lin Lang tightly, her voice tearful but unable to conceal her happiness. "As long as we love each other, what does status matter? I'm really happy, husband, really..."

Lin Lang patted her back gently, his eyes slightly red.

He waited until she calmed down a little before whispering, "Wife, I have a surprise for you."

"Huh? What surprise?" Zhou Mengyao raised her head from his arms, looked at him with tearful eyes, her eyes full of curiosity.

Lin Lang smiled, and like a magic trick, he took out a stack of Polaroid photos from his personal space and handed them to Zhou Mengyao.

This stack of Polaroid photos are exactly the wedding moments captured by Xiaona, the assistant in my dream!

Zhou Mengyao's eyes suddenly widened. She took the photos tremblingly and looked through them one by one excitedly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The scene in the photo is clear and warm - there is a moment when Zhou Mengyao walks towards Lin Lang in her wedding dress.

There's the image of her father, Zhou Zhongdang, gazing at her tenderly, the silhouette of the two exchanging rings on the red carpet, and the profile of Zhou Mengyao smiling brightly as she soars on a unicorn...

"Oh my God...husband, this is unbelievable!"

"These photos... the photos of our wedding in the dream, were actually brought back to reality?" Zhou Mengyao was so excited that she danced with joy, she was so happy.

"More than that." Lin Lang reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Look at the back."

Zhou Mengyao turned over a photo in confusion and saw a line of small words written in elegant handwriting on the back: "Baby, Daddy will always be proud of you."

The handwriting was exactly the same as my father Zhou Zhongdang's handwriting when he was alive.

Tears blurred Zhou Mengyao's vision again, but this time, it was warmer than ever.

Zhou Mengyao looked up and looked into Lin Lang's eyes full of love.

She suddenly realized that this wedding that spanned dreams and reality was never an illusion.

It is the truest form of love, the warmest continuation of longing, and the unique proof of happiness that belongs to them.

She threw herself into Lin Lang's arms again, and kissed him on the lips with tears in her eyes, the kiss was so moving.

When her kiss came down, it brought with it the wetness on her eyelashes, like the first drop of rain in early spring, gently touching Lin Lang's lips.

Lin Lang's breathing paused for half a second, and he reached out to hold the back of her neck, his fingertips sinking into her soft hair.

He didn't rush to deepen the kiss, but just rubbed her lips with his, as if he were treating fragile glass.

The church bells in the dream seemed to still echo in his ears. He could taste the faint saltiness on her lips, which were the tears that had not dried in the dream, and also the sweetness that overflowed in his heart at this moment.

Zhou Mengyao tilted her head slightly, and the diamond ring on her ring finger glints in the light, casting a fine glow on the overlapping shadows of the two people.

Her kiss gradually became more passionate, like a butterfly fluttering its wings across the lake, stirring up ripples.

She could clearly feel Lin Lang's steady heartbeat in his chest, which gradually overlapped with her own heartbeat, beating out a brisk rhythm.

Lin Lang couldn't help but deepen the kiss, with a hint of aggression, but also showing his love for Zhou Mengyao.

Zhou Mengyao leaned back slightly after being kissed, and then lay down on the bed. She hooked her hands around Lin Lang's neck and pulled him into her arms.

Zhou Mengyao became passionate and kissed Lin Lang madly and passionately, which was the embodiment of her surging love for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang seemed to be madly excited, and began to hug and kiss Zhou Mengyao roughly from all angles to respond to her enthusiasm and love.

Their kiss gradually became hotter and their breaths blended together.

The temperature in the air was getting higher and higher. The gauze curtains were lifted up by the wind and then slowly fell down, covering their tightly hugged figures.