Chenxing felt that it was right at this moment that he looked at you silently and intently, covering you with a thick coat, gripping it tightly, fearing even a sliver of cold wind might seep inside.
Such a small detail, filled with care and love.
It was like a fatal magnetism, captivating her, unable to look away.
From the suite to the banquet hall, it wasn't cold at all along the way, yet Gu Shaocheng still treated her like a crystal glass, carefully protecting her, afraid she'd melt if in his mouth, afraid she'd break if held in his hands.
Throughout the whole wedding banquet, he didn't let her touch a drop of alcohol.
By rights, the bride and groom should drink at the feast and could be subject to various teases and difficulties, but during Gu Shaocheng's wedding, no one dared to make fun of them.
