Yan Gui stood in the room without daring to approach for a long while.
His heart thumped on without stopping.
"What are you standing there for?" Chuzheng, growing impatient, urged him, "Lift the veil."
Are you trying to smother me?
Definitely dead!
"Oh..."
The young man picked up the Jade Ruyi on the table and, because he was flustered, made a clear clinking sound.
He approached the bedside, standing in front of Chuzheng.
His light brown pupils brimmed with threads of nervousness.
Nervousness he had never experienced before.
Chuzheng couldn't wait for him to move and reached out to pull the veil down herself.
Underneath the wedding veil, the girl's skin was creamy, her beauty breathtaking, her cool, indifferent eyes calmly sweeping towards him.
The young man's lips tightened slightly as he gripped the Jade Ruyi in his hand.
He looked more like the bride herself.
"Have you been drinking?"
The youth nodded awkwardly, his cheeks tinted with a faint pink.
