Rong Xingyu quietly lifted a corner of the veil and let his gaze sweep around the bridal chamber.
The room was very still decorated everywhere with swathes of bright red silk.
Aside from Rong Xingyu sitting alone at the bedside, there was no one else.
At that moment, his stomach suddenly let out a loud growl.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
Even though no one else was in the room, he could not help but blush slightly.
He had been dragged out of bed while it was still pitch dark outside and had gone through a long series of rituals on an empty stomach.
Up until now, let alone food, he had not even managed a sip of water.
Rong Xingyu simply lifted the veil completely and moved to sit at the table.
The tea on the table had already gone cold but he did not mind in the slightest.
He grab the teapot and poured a cup by himself.
After several cups of icy tea went down in quick gulps, his throat that was so dry that it felt as if it were about to smoke finally felt a little better.
