Feng Yun readily agreed.
Her heart also sensed something mystical.
Perhaps this was fate.
In her past life, playing chess with Pei Jue was about betting when they would sleep.
In this life, playing chess, it was still about when they would sleep...
No, to be more precise, it was betting on whether to use the "Grand Wedding Scheme".
Feng Yun had long stopped caring about wedding ceremonies; to her, not wanting to marry or valuing it wasn't a concern, but if it could drive Xiao Cheng mad, she found nothing objectionable about it.
After all, it was just a scheme, and Pei Jue would never take it seriously.
The chessboard was set up, but Pei Jue wasn't in a hurry to play. Instead, he saw things through by tidying up her half-dry hair.
The lamplight was hazy.
