"You need me for something?"
Yang Cheng looked at Yue Ying, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyebrows full of shyness. Previously, this girl had a fierce personality, but now she had a beauty that implied words unspoken.
"Brother Cen, tonight is our wedding night, are you excited?"
Yue Ying's voice was soft and tender, her beautiful eyes swirling with springtime warmth.
Gulp!
Yang Cheng's Adam's apple moved, his voice hoarse: "Excited. Is that why you came to ask me?"
"Of course not."
Yue Ying took out a paper from her pocket and handed it to him.
He glanced at it, somewhat puzzled: "These things for decorating the bridal chamber, I've already given them to Da Shan, why do you need another copy?"
"You have leftovers, just give them to me. I want to decorate my own room."
Previously when visiting the bridal shop, they bought quite a few clothes, and the owner gifted some decorating items for the bridal room. He distributed them among the villagers.
