The atmosphere in the wedding room on the other side was not as romantic. Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, watching Mo Ming come closer after his shower.
While drying his hair, Mo Ming looked at her, only her head peeking out from the blanket, and asked, "You're going to sleep just like that?"
Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, nodded with a faint blush on her face.
Mo Ming squinted at her, "Aren't we supposed to do something on our wedding night?"
Xiaoxiao naturally understood what he meant, but she felt a bit embarrassed.
Although they had once had an intimate moment, it had been under unclear circumstances, and it was out of desperation.
Although that experience wasn't beautiful, it left a deep impression on her. She even felt a slight fear towards that kind of pain; at that time, he was only taking relentlessly, without considering her feelings at all.
