He was really too jealous of the feelings between them, he hated the idea of childhood sweethearts.
Gu Yuying thought, if he hadn't met Luo Qingli when Zhuo Yihan went abroad, maybe he wouldn't have had a chance.
"Hubby, isn't it said that on the wedding day, the bride is carried out of the car by the groom? Why didn't you carry me?" Luo Qingli wrapped her arms around Gu Yuying's neck, looking at him with a smile.
"Naughty, how about I carry you upstairs now?" Gu Yuying's anxious heart finally relaxed. It's ridiculous how, even at his age, he still felt insecure like a little girl.
Bending down, Gu Yuying lifted Luo Qingli in a princess carry.
In August, the sky darkened very late, and Gu Yuying had been waiting all this time for it to darken.
Especially in Jinyang, a city where daylight arrives late. Naturally, nightfall also comes later than in other cities.
Luo Qingli's attire hadn't changed, and Gu Yuying hadn't yet taken her into the bridal chamber.
