As soon as she finished speaking, Da Lang lowered his head and held her face.
Like a clingy little pug, he leaned in and gently nibbled on Huang Bitao's lips.
It was as if some line in their bodies had been tugged, both of them stiffened, and suddenly felt a bit hot...
"Brother Da Lang, it's a bit hot!" Huang Bitao said foolishly.
"Me too..." Mu Dalang hugged the person in his arms even tighter.
Being newlyweds, the two of them had never been this close before.
They could feel each other's breath.
"Bitao, I think we should do something, don't you think?"
The night before the wedding, Mu Dazhong was afraid Da Lang wouldn't know how to consummate the marriage, so he deliberately found some item to demonstrate for Mu Dalang.
As for Huang Bitao, although her parents died early, and she hadn't been taught about these things before marriage, Matchmaker Sun had taught her some of it.
