Inside the house, Yukiya held his hands and dragged him over to the bed. It was a canopy bed with wines of flowers hung up on it. It was also neatly arranged with small flowers spread l over it.
"It looks like people misunderstood," Long Ki gulped again.' Why is it getting so hot?' He thought fanning himself. As a fire-breathing dragon, he had never sweated before. But now he was sweating more than a pig. Thankfully, he had previously dunked in water. It covered up his nervous sweat.
"No, they didn't. We lied to them that we are newly married. So they have made preparation for our 'first night' together," she said in a soft whispered. She plopped on the bed and gazed up at him. His face was completely red, but he was trying his almost not to show it by hiding it with a bunch of flowers.
