Song Lianhe was dumbfounded.
She stared at the man who had pinned her down, unable to comprehend his actions.
The man lowered his head, leaning close to her ear to whisper, "Our relationship... can't be exposed."
Song Lianhe rolled her eyes. 'Of course I know it can't be exposed!'
But if she didn't get Shuang Ye to leave soon, they were dangerously close to blowing their own cover.
Shuang Ye must have heard the commotion, as she turned her head curiously. "My Lady?"
"...Hn."
Song Lianhe could only manage a vague response.
Staring at her, the man slowly moved his hand away.
"Sigh, My Lady, aren't you the least bit anxious? It's your wedding night! The consummation of your marriage!" Shuang Ye pressed her fingers to her brow, feeling as if she'd aged years in an instant.
