At the courtyard gate.
The young girl, newly a bride, spoke gently and softly like water, quietly 'complaining' to her love.
She quietly sensed his 'subtle' change, and couldn't help but curiously guess: "I... I didn't 'bother' you this morning, did I? Or maybe by chance, you like me in this men's Confucian robe..."
Zhao Rong: ......
It seemed like he understood, yet not quite.
Little Qian'er quickly glanced up at Zhao Rong, whose face was slightly reddened.
"Why didn't you say something earlier when we were inside the house? Now we're already at the gate... You're holding it in alone, and there's still an exam this morning."
At this moment, standing at the main gate, Zhao Rong desperately wished he could find a hole to crawl into and quickly said, "Listen, let me explain, it's not like that."
Little Qian'er was quite understanding, "Alright, you explain, Qian'er is listening closely!"
"I'm saying it's not me... I mean, I didn't..." Zhao Rong stammered, stuck for words.
