The next day, as the golden rooster crowed at dawn, the gentle morning light danced on the eaves, passed through the foliage, and entered the attic through the windowsill.
On the marital bed, Chen Mo woke up. His routine was very disciplined, always waking at this time.
He propped himself up and glanced at the young girl sleeping soundly beside him, her cheeks as soft as petals, tear stains still visible, her hair in disarray, pure and endearing. A sense of affection welled up in his heart.
Last night, he found that Xiaolu knew nothing, intending to rest after consummating the marriage, so there would be no regrets. Who would have thought that Xiaolu's small body harbored great energy.
After several rounds of battle, the two finally ceased hostilities.
He leaned down to gently kiss the girl's smooth, jade-like forehead and quietly got up to change into his wedding robe.
In the bridal room, he had no clothes of his own, so he temporarily wore the wedding attire.
