Everything went smoothly, An Ruo married Xingtian, she became his wife.
The fortune teller was right, they did have the fate of becoming a couple, no matter how she resisted, she ended up marrying him in the end.
Night came, and it was time for the wedding night.
An Ruo quietly lay on the bed, motionless. She had become his wife, she knew what duties she had to fulfill.
Xingtian leaned down to gently caress her cheek, his eyes were very dark.
"An Ruo, no matter what your purpose is, you are now my wife, you can't escape."
"I have no purpose, I just want to go back to see them," An Ruo said faintly.
Xingtian frowned slightly: "Is your purpose that simple?"
"Otherwise, what do you think I can do? I've already married you, become your wife, you can deal with us easily, what else can I do?" An Ruo retorted.
"You're right, you really can't do anything." The man's eyes were deep, his voice carrying a bit of a hoarse tone.
His hand slid down from her cheek to her collar.
