Han Shaobing: "..."
He knew it wouldn't be that simple!
Although it was quite embarrassing, the demands during the wedding night games had to be met.
Su Qinglan held up a red rope, dangling it in front of Han Shaobing and Xue Jiaojiao's eyes: "Alright, you can start now!"
Fortunately, he and his brothers didn't have any deep hatred, their ideas might be mischievous, but the knots were quite loose. After struggling for a while, he managed to untie them all.
These people kept their promise, letting her go, watching as she and Han Shaobing drank the crossing-cup wine, and then leaving.
Xue Jiaojiao stood bashfully in the room, feeling a little at a loss.
Han Shaobing placed his hand on Xue Jiaojiao's shoulder: "Shall we take a bath?"
Xue Jiaojiao nodded shyly.
Han Shaobing coaxed his young wife into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Han Shaobing cunningly made Xue Jiaojiao drink a few glasses of wine.
Later, Xue Jiaojiao got drunk and wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing.
