Ai Weixi moved the corners of her mouth, wanting to say something, but Lan Xixiao whistled happily and left. She sighed helplessly and rubbed her forehead in pain.
She had the feeling that the Lan Family was about to erupt into chaos.
As the night grew darker,
All of Lan Xiyu's belongings had been moved out, replaced by bright red bedding and festive trinkets. The light filtering through the red balloons bathed the room in a warm and romantic glow.
Zhu Peipei was dressed in a seductive red silk nightgown, her face flushed with shyness, as she waited eagerly for Lan Xixiao.
They had just received their marriage certificate that day, and this night was to be their wedding night.
Naturally, she was very nervous and full of anticipation.
She fiddled with her hair from time to time, hoping to look even more beautiful.
After a long wait, Lan Xixiao finally arrived.
Her heart raced furiously, almost leaping from her chest, and she blinked shyly, "Axiao..."
