"Is that alright?"
"It's alright!"
The young man standing before her did not shy away from exposing his innermost thoughts and feelings, loving her with every ounce of his soul, even his life.
Being with him, his gaze always seemed to be glued onto her, but it was never overly intense, never making her feel uncomfortable.
Seeing such a wholesome young man, she felt nothing but joy and comfort.
She didn't feel anxious, she didn't feel scared.
At this moment, all she wanted was to hug him tightly and feel his burning passion.
She wanted to melt under his doting affection and gentleness.
Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, the two lovers, during their wedding night, under the meticulously arranged bed coverings by Qiao Xiaomai, lost all inhibitions.
As the moon hung high in the sky, the room slowly cooled down. Tong Sanlang hugged Qiao Xiaomai tightly, with his arms around her slender waist, and legs entwined with hers, enveloping her petite body completely in his embrace.
