"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Zhao Zhan sat on the bed and looked seriously at his lover opposite him.
He spoke seriously, and after a moment, he suddenly picked up two glasses of wine that he had prepared in advance from the table beside the bed. He looked at Yue Jiaojiao's shivering figure, and said with difficulty, "I'm still short of this one. The book says this is called nuptial wine. When a newly married couple drinks together, they will always be in love."
Seeing that this person was so nervous that he could barely speak, Yue Jiaojiao curled her lips and leaned over to take her cup. Then, she held Zhao Zhan's arm and crossed cups with him.
Yue Jiaojiao's alcohol tolerance was extremely low. After drinking a cup of wine, her face quickly flushed red.
Zhao Zhan placed the wine glass back on the table like it was a treasure. He sat on the bed and looked at Yue Jiaojiao, his heart filled with sweetness as if it had been soaked in honey.
