This handsome gesture snapped Lian Xinying out of her daze.
This morning, she had been carried by him, and even her clothes were put on by him.
The physical exertion from last night was too much, and her body hadn't adjusted yet.
Just moments ago, a flash of white light crossed Lian Xinying's mind, and then she smiled foolishly at Yan Ye.
"You just now were really cool! I won't hold last night's events against you!" Lian Xinying had been sulking from the moment she got out of bed until just now.
"You know that today is my mom's wedding, and there are women like her, so high and mighty, you should just ignore them in the future." Yan Ye couldn't imagine his precious darling, who he held so carefully in the palm of his hand, being treated with disdain. It felt like a slap to his own face.
