An Yue: "Mmm."
Perhaps it was because Dang Yang's massage was too comfortable. An Yue slightly closed her eyes, looking drowsy.
"Let's not complicate getting married; we'll just register and then go on our honeymoon," Dang Yang said.
Marriage is something between two people. There's no need for unrelated people to join in. Just the two of us registering with ease and happily going on our honeymoon. So comfortable.
"Mmm." An Yue responded groggily.
Dang Yang's movements suddenly stiffened, and his hands trembled slightly. It took him several seconds to calm down, wanting to say something but too thrilled to speak.
For a while, An Yue made no sound.
He leaned over to look at An Yue.
"..."
An Yue was already asleep at the edge of the bathtub.
Dang Yang chuckled, picked An Yue up, casually dried her with a towel, and carried her back to the bed.
...
As soon as An Yue lay on the bed, she turned over and fell asleep in a comfortable position.
