God knows how hard he'd had to work to hold himself back all this time; now he didn't want to wait another second.
He didn't care how this space came to be. As long as it didn't hurt Xinyan, he could set his mind at ease. As for everything else, none of it was as important as their wedding night.
He scooped her up and headed straight for the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. "Yanyan, I've finally waited my way to this day."
With that, he could no longer suppress the desire in his heart and lowered his head to kiss her.
Her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her slender neck—every part of her fascinated him. "Yanyan, wife, you smell so good."
Xinyan was kissed until her whole body went weak, and she couldn't help letting out a seductive sound.
That tone was practically fatal.
He reached up and let down the bed curtains, and after that, pieces of clothing were tossed out one after another, while shamefully suggestive sounds drifted out from within.
