Into the bridal chamber!
Just three short words made Meng Yao's face burn, turning bright red in an instant. Even her neck was flushed, like it had been stained with fresh blood.
It was strange to say the least.
For many years, she hadn't blushed like this, but today in front of Yang Cheng, it happened more than once, making her feel like a high school girl all over again.
Especially those three words, "into the bridal chamber," brought her an unusually special feeling.
"Oh, Hall Master Meng, don't be nervous, I'm just teasing you!"
Seeing this, Yang Cheng thought he had gone too far with his joke and quickly explained.
"What, you don't want to go into the bridal chamber with me?"
However, Meng Yao rolled her eyes and said in a very gentle tone.
At that moment, she was nothing like the Hall Master of the Qing Long Sect, but more like a young girl in love.
"Of course, I do!"
