"Rong'er, today you and I are husband and wife, don't let us be strangers!" He stretched out his hand and gently held her soft and boneless little hand, which made Jin Moran couldn't help but tremble slightly. This little hand,
Holding it in the palm of his hand, the aroma of his daughter's home made his whole body soften.
He didn't deny that he still had that little woman somewhere in his heart that he couldn't touch.
However, he understands better that from today on, only the woman in front of him is the most important woman to him and the wife he wants to protect: "But I am hungry. I will go to the front yard to greet the guests in a while. I just want to come and take a look."
You, Rong'er, must be hungry too, the Crown Prince's mansion is your home, so you don't need to be too polite."
He held his breath slightly, but his eyes were fixed on the little woman in front of him.
Slowly... slowly began to explore the red hijab covering Dugu Rong's charming face...
For a moment, the entire space fell silent again. An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded Dugu Rong. Her heart became even more nervous. Her hands were slightly entangled... but she couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in her heart.