Huh? Yan Zijin was startled and turned her head "What? You are getting married again... after Hanyue?"
With a nod, he replied "Yeah..."
Her gaze condensed, and she asked curiously "Who is the bride?"
With a teasing smile, he replied "Surprise, you will know soon."
She gently swatted his chest and muttered "Don't play with me, Tian. Tell me, who is it? Is it Lian'er?"
Eh? With a chuckle, he shook his head "No, No, Not Sister Lian."
Her eyes narrowed further "Then, tell me who it is."
Keeping his smile, he squeezed her breasts, savoring the softness and the way it filled his palms "Hmm, you are so eager, Master... be patient, you will know on the wedding day."
She gave him a flat look "You insufferable disciple."
His one hand continued to squeeze her breast while his other hand drifted lower, trailing down the smooth expanse of her abdomen.
