Ji Weitian didn't get her wish; she was carried straight into the room and thrown onto the bed.
She rolled over once, just about to get up, when Qin Nanyu grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back down, grinding his teeth: "If you want to hear something, you can just ask me directly."
"How can that be the same?" Ji Weitian looked unsatisfied.
The next second, facing the man's cold gaze like that of a wolf, she got a fright.
"You don't wet the bed anymore, do you?"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
She's doomed!
Later, Ji Weitian had no energy left to investigate whether Qin Nanyu still wet the bed or not. On this wedding night, she didn't sleep soundly.
In her dreams, she kept apologizing, asking Qin Nanyu to stay away from her.
The intimate contact made Qin Nanyu very satisfied. Holding Ji Weitian in his arms, he gazed out at the ink-colored nightscape outside the window, his eyes filled with tenderness.
She was finally his wife.
How wonderful!
