This night.
When the two entered the bedroom, it felt a bit different from usual.
Maybe it was the childhood memories that were stirred up; seeing that bed made Qin Xin's face feel flushed, even though there were several pillows in between, it couldn't hide her inner shyness.
Ah, how could she have said such things to a boy when she was little.
How could she face Mr. Nalan and have a good night's sleep?
Nalan Ye Jue saw her hesitating to get into bed and guessed a few things, a slight smile on his lips: "My little wife shouldn't be too troubled. Actually, as long as we faithfully fulfill the promises made as children, it's all good."
In other words, as long as you marry me and don't mention divorce, everything is fine.
Qin Xin's face turned even redder.
Is this the rhythm of her life's first attempt at proposing divorce ending in defeat?
Slowly moving into bed, she reluctantly lowered her head and fiddled for a moment, smearing green paint on her forehead.
