The long night stretched on, in the dim wedding room, the soft jingle of the silver ring intertwined with whispers as if weeping and lamenting.
Suddenly, the window was pushed open from inside, and the evening breeze blew in, bringing a hint of coolness to the pair entwined together, their bodies burning hot, with some of the sweat on them drying in the breeze.
"What are you doing, close the window, close the window..."
Nalan Yiren was frightened, standing by the windowsill with not a stitch of clothing, and now that the window was open, if someone came over, wouldn't they see everything?
"It's already so late, everyone is asleep, and didn't you have your bees on guard outside?"
Chen Mo held Nalan Yiren's body, pressing her entire upper body against the windowsill, the snow pear instantly turned into a snow pancake.
