Gong Juechen could tell that she wasn't just a little nervous, but extremely so, and said, "I will be very gentle, won't—"
"Shut up!" Ye Zhi snapped at Gong Juechen, preventing him from saying more. Her face had already turned scarlet.
Gong Juechen realized she understood, so he obediently kept silent, instead smiling warmly at Ye Zhi.
Ye Zhi felt uneasy under his gaze, lowered her head, staring at the ground, hesitated for a while, then made up her mind, closed her eyes, raised her chin, and declared boldly, "Let's go, let's consummate the marriage!"
Anyway, it's inevitable, delaying won't help.
Gong Juechen's peach blossom eyes were full of mirth as he leaned closer to Ye Zhi, lips brushed against hers, chuckling, "Zhizhi, are you... really sure?"
Ye Zhi's lips trembled slightly, and her heart raced faster. Immediately, furious from embarrassment, she opened her eyes, grabbed Gong Juechen's collar, dragged him towards the bed, and then pushed him onto it.
