In the bridal chamber, red candles glowed brightly, exuding warmth as if to isolate all the chill from outside the room.
After entering the room, Qin Yanqiu sat down at the edge of the bed, her hands slightly tense, clasping tightly together.
The Female Martial God, Qin Yanqiu, who slayed enemies like grass on the battlefield, seemed now more like a demure young lady.
Cheng Guang just glanced at her and couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle.
He didn't plan to stay in the room for long, and it was still early; even if it were time for the wedding night, there was no urgency at this moment.
He still had time for what he wanted to do.
Cheng Guang turned, pushed the door open, and left the room, gently closing it behind him, heading toward the great hall.
The moment Cheng Guang stepped out of the room, Qin Yanqiu seemed to feel something, her eyes slightly flickered, as if her bright eyes could see through the red silk and discern Cheng Guang's figure clearly.
