When everything in the bathroom gradually settled down, Deng Zhiyi realized the woman in his arms had fainted, softly and powerlessly lying against him.
He looked down along Zhou Xiaoxiao's body and noticed a trace of blood, surprisingly feeling a sense of joy in his heart.
He clearly felt this was her first time. He gently picked her up and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.
At this moment, he finally saw her face clearly. It was no longer that scary ghostly appearance; her delicate features were as cute as a doll.
Thinking about those eyes, his heart was struck once again. Those were a pair of eyes he seemed to recognize.
He remembered Zhou Xiaoxiao always calling him husband, and it was only then that he recalled he had indeed hurriedly registered a marriage certificate with a woman years ago, a woman who seemed to have such eyes.
