Her belt that wasn't tied tight yet was gently pulled open from her waist by Lu Qing, who held her fingers.
"Don't pinch, if it bruises, I'll be the one taking the blame later." He looked at Zhu Yu with a smile, pulling her inside the door, closing it carefully, and then leading her to the table.
At some point, a layer of red silk embroidered with gold threads had been draped over the table. The red candles on it flickered within red gauze covers. On the table, red porcelain plates held various pastries with auspicious names, and another plate was filled with honey dates, candied lotus seeds, peanuts, and longans.
Next to them was a pot with a handle wrapped in red silk and two wine cups bound together with red thread.
Zhu Yu was a bit dazed. She deliberately turned her head to look towards the bed, discovering that the bed she had taken a nap on that afternoon was now covered with bright red brocade bedding.
This was without a doubt a wedding room!
