Chapter 33

After a while, the two of them also went to take a shower. They didn’t make Liu Meng leave again; they just had him stay in the bedroom alone.

Cheng Fei came out of the shower wearing a loose silk nightgown, the light casting a ripple of shadows.

Min Ran hastily took a quick shower and rushed out in less than ten minutes, wrapping herself in a large towel.

It seemed that people from the northwest were not used to taking a shower every day.

The two women, having regained their energy, jumped onto the sofa and continued the topic they hadn't finished arguing about earlier.

This gave Cheng Fei another chance to tease, "You naughty girl, can't you talk about something more civilized? Pay attention to your ladylike image, will you?"

Min Ran didn't take offense; instead, she put her two white, slender legs on the armrest of the sofa, pulling the bottom of the towel down a bit.

"Xiao Mengzi, bring over my little bag," Min Ran called out.

Liu Meng handed her the bag and couldn't help but glance sideways. Her beautiful long legs were dazzling under the light, making his heart skip a beat, so he quickly looked away.

"You're wrong, Fei Fei. We've been together for more than a year, and I know you well. If you like someone, I can trust them. I believe in you, there won't be any problems," Min Ran said, pouting.

"Spit, you can't say anything decent. If we sisters keep acting like this, Xiao Meng will laugh at us. We don't look like sisters at all."

Liu Meng smiled warmly, "Sisters, you can act like this. I feel very warm and cozy. It shows that you don't treat me as an outsider. I'm very happy to see you like this."

Watching the two of them chat and laugh, Cheng Fei's mouth moved non-stop. Liu Meng felt a bit dazed, suddenly thinking of the unexpected kiss from last night. His blood circulation quickened, and he felt a bit hot.

It was clear that they hadn't been this relaxed for a long time. Although they often teased Liu Meng, making him blush, he could only awkwardly laugh.

During this time, Min Ran had already changed her clothes. Her ample chest jiggled with her loud laughter, making Liu Meng dare not look. He was afraid of losing his composure in his shorts.

The air conditioning in the room was set to a low temperature. They were both wearing loose silk nightgowns, which accentuated their graceful figures. They sat on the sofa casually, without any makeup, looking even more beautiful and endearing.

When they were happy, they would stand up and walk around the room. The loose nightgowns couldn't hide their perfect figures, and the silk belts loosely tied around their waists made their slender waists even more prominent.

Such a beautiful scene, what more could one ask for?

Their trust and lack of reserve towards Liu Meng made him feel even more good-natured, and he dared not look around casually, lest he disappoint their expectations.

They chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, it was almost midnight. Cheng Fei felt it was getting late. The two of them prepared a bed for Liu Meng on the sofa and brought him a blanket. Cheng Fei reminded him, "If it gets cold in the middle of the night, cover yourself. If you get sick, no one will carry my bag for me."

Her words were full of care and tenderness, making Liu Meng feel warm inside.

Liu Meng didn't go to sleep right away but turned on the computer to check the status of his novel.

On Dianmiao Chinese Network, the click count was 120, recommendations 12, and collections 101. The clicks were very low, which was normal. Without a homepage or category recommendation, it was hard for readers to find the book. However, on the first day of uploading, having 101 collections meant that most of the readers who clicked to read had collected the book, indicating the quality of the work.

This was an expected result. After all, at this time, Western fantasy was the most popular, with a larger target audience.

Liu Meng wasn't emotionally affected and continued to upload 10,000 words. Cultivating readers and reading habits required a process.

When he opened the Huan Dao Book Alliance, Liu Meng was indeed surprised. The clicks had reached over 2,000, and the collections were over 800. The book had even made it to the homepage's new book list. The book reviews were numerous, mostly negative, but there were also positive ones, usually long texts, ending with: "Author, keep it up and write a great historical novel."

From the reviews, Liu Meng could see that this hot performance was due to the editor, Yelang, recommending it on the forum. He quickly checked the backend and found Yelang's recommendation prominently displayed. The readers' comments were polarized, with some praising it highly and others denouncing it.

Liu Meng was very satisfied and chuckled. This was indeed unexpected. From the reactions on both platforms, it seemed that Dianmiao's editors and readers were less accepting of historical alternate history, while Huan Dao Book Alliance's readers were easier to cultivate.

Thinking about this, he decided to upload an additional 3,000 words to Huan Dao Book Alliance. This brought the total word count to 24,000, 4,000 more than the 20,000 words on Dianmiao Chinese Network.

After updating, it was late, so he went to sleep.

......

The St. Sophia Cathedral in Ice City was famous far and wide, with a long history and a distinct Russian style. Every couple dreamed of having a dream wedding in the solemn and majestic cathedral, with the priest's sacred witness, to keep their lifelong promise.

Even couples from other places would travel to Ice City just to leave a mark of love at St. Sophia Cathedral.

The two girls wouldn't miss a visit to St. Sophia Cathedral while touring Ice City.

Walking on the stone path, they felt a sense of historical weight.

Beautiful flower garlands, a flower-decorated archway, and a long red carpet—without exception, a couple was about to make a significant decision in their lives.

"There's a wedding, let's go see," Cheng Fei clapped her hands excitedly, pulling the two of them inside. Min Ran's face was also full of excitement; nothing was more attractive to girls than a grand wedding.

The large cathedral was almost full of friends and family. Classical music played, and the special design of the space made the music even more melodious and pleasant.

The groom, dressed in a suit, stood at the front, holding a bouquet, receiving the attention of his friends and family.

Soon, the stirring music began, and the bride, wearing a beautiful wedding dress, walked slowly down the aisle, supported by her father.

It was touching and dreamy.

"The bride is so beautiful," Cheng Fei's eyes were filled with stars, looking at the bride enviously.

"Xiao Mengzi, learn from this. When the time comes, give Cheng Fei a wedding like this, and she'll definitely serve you for the rest of her life," Min Ran said, her heart stirred, longing for her own day.

She was so excited that she couldn't help but tease.

Liu Meng chuckled but didn't respond.

Even Cheng Fei, who rarely retorted, didn't say anything. It seemed that if Liu Meng really did this, it might be as Min Ran said.

The wedding was about to enter the vow and ring exchange ceremony. The three of them stopped talking and watched intently.

The priest held the Bible and solemnly said, "Groom, whether in good times or bad, in wealth or poverty, in health or sickness, in happiness or sorrow, will you love the girl before you, cherish her, and care for her until the end of time?"

The groom looked deeply at the bride and loudly said, "I do!"

The audience of friends and family burst into enthusiastic applause.

The priest repeated the same words to the bride. The bride looked up at the groom, a handsome young man. She sighed lightly in her heart, as the two of them didn't have deep feelings, but they were brought together by their parents' wishes.

Her mouth moved dryly, and the words "I do" were hard to say.

"Ah? What's going on? Is the bride too nervous or moved to speech? If it were me, I might be so nervous that I'd faint," Cheng Fei stared at the bride, feeling nervous, and patted her chest, taking deep breaths. She didn't expect to be so nervous watching someone else's wedding.

Min Ran was also very excited and whispered with a bit of mischief, "Wow, is something going to happen? How exciting, will there be a kidnapping? Oh, if a passionate man rushed in to stop it, that would be amazing. Two men fighting over one woman, how thrilling."

Cheng Fei glared at Min Ran, "Stop talking nonsense, be careful the groom's guests beat you up."

Min Ran didn't care, "What's to be afraid of? We have Xiao Mengzi, he'll definitely rush forward to protect us."

Liu Meng was thinking about how great it would be if the two girls were with one man, but Min Ran's words made him break out in a cold sweat. There were at least a hundred guests, mostly big men from Northeast China.

"Be careful, the bride might run away and drag you up to fill in," Liu Meng laughed.

"Brat, you dare to tease your sister? Fei Fei, are you going to let this slide?"

Cheng Fei chuckled but was still a bit worried about why the bride hadn't spoken yet.

The bride struggled to say, "I... do...," and her father, who was behind her, was getting anxious, coughing softly.

"I disagree! Min Min, can you really throw away our five years of feelings?" A young man suddenly rushed into the church, shocking the bride's father. The bride looked at the man who rushed in, her expression complex.

The bride's hesitation made the groom, who was already embarrassed, turn red with anger, wanting to rush forward and tear the man apart.

The guests were in an uproar.

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