Together till old age, facing life and death as one.
In the bridal chamber, candlelight danced on the festive red decor, casting a veiled outline over the bed canopy, making it faintly visible.
Half of his face was illuminated by the candlelight, appearing even more profound and striking.
Mo Shu looked at him for a moment and then smiled, "It's too early to talk about those things now. Let's sleep, I'm so tired."
After speaking, Mo Shu quickly turned around.
Her heart beat faster and faster in the darkness of the night.
Yu Siqiao observed her almost comically embarrassed manner, raised his lips in a good mood, put down his hand, and lay beside her to sleep.
Although Mo Shu was already tired, she didn't feel sleepy for a long, long time.
Listening to her breathing next to him, Yu Siqiao didn't expose her pretense and made no sound.
Not a word was spoken all night.
Mo Shu didn't know when she fell asleep. The next day, she was woken by the fullness in her breasts.
