"Wedding?" Bai Yiran didn't expect Leng Yichen to be talking about this.
They had gotten married twice, yet neither time had they held a wedding. It wasn't that Leng Yichen hadn't wanted to give Bai Yiran a grand wedding; it was just that things kept happening one after another, leaving him unable to properly prepare a feast for Bai Yiran. This had always been a knot in Leng Yichen's heart; he felt he had missed the chance to introduce Bai Yiran to the world, to let everyone know she was his wife.
"I owe you two weddings, so I'm making up for it all at once now." Leng Yichen's index finger gently touched Bai Yiran's palm, making it itch.
"Turning two ceremonies into one, how shrewd of you," Bai Yiran complained outwardly, but her heart was filled with warmth.
"However many you want, I can give you." Leng Yichen knew Bai Yiran was joking, but his answer was sincere.
