Sitting on the wedding bed, the newlyweds were silent, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Song Zhiyu felt a little warm, glanced quickly at the person beside him, and then swiftly looked away.
Niu Pan'er, being an experienced person who had been on the battlefield many times, had sharp eyes and was keenly aware of the small movements of the person beside her. She let out a chuckle.
The ice melted with this laughter.
"Shouldn't you go to the front to offer a toast?" she said with a smile.
Song Zhiyu made a sound of acknowledgment: "I'll go right away."
Oh, as if anyone would want to stay here.
After taking two steps, he paused, turned his head, saw her still wearing the wedding crown, and walked back again.
"Take this off. Just looking at it makes me feel it's heavy for you. Doesn't your neck hurt from the pressure?" Song Zhiyu pointed at the wedding crown on her head.
Niu Pan'er blinked and said, "Will you help me?"
