Donggong Ruoshu's body stiffened all of a sudden.
The sound of Chen Yi's voice echoed in her ears; even a stupid girl, who normally knows nothing, felt goosebumps rising inch by inch all over her skin at this moment.
The candlelight burned ambiguously, casting a hazy yellow glow. The amber-colored wine was even more aromatic. Everything in the bridal chamber was perfectly arranged and complete, nearly identical to the room that unmarried girls imagined with both fear, shame, and joy when facing marriage.
"Shu'er, what's wrong?"
And the seemingly perfect husband was gently inquiring from the side.
Donggong Ruoshu felt goosebumps rising once again. She frantically backed up a step, almost falling onto the ground and nearly knocking over the tables and chairs, but Chen Yi caught her firmly just in time, allowing her to barely stand steady.
Feeling the sensation on her hand, Miss Donggong was both startled and afraid.
