"Xiao Yue." Behind her was a warm chest.
Tang Yue jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Mom and the others are still here."
"They have already gone out." Meng Siyu reminded her, gently kissing her cheek and feeling her shyness. He purposely nipped at her earlobe and teased, "Wife, tonight is our wedding night."
The last four words, spoken by Meng Siyu, sank a bit deeper in tone. Even without looking into his eyes, she could feel the intensity in his gaze.
"I..." Tang Yue started to speak, but in the next moment, she felt her body turn around; in the blink of an eye, she was facing him.
Upon looking up, she met his deep, dark eyes, which seemed to house two fierce flames she did not dare to look directly into.
"Are you nervous?" Meng Siyu gazed at her, observing the successive blooms of red on her cheeks and her clear, bright eyes that dared not meet his straight on.
"Who, who's nervous," Tang Yue's gaze darted about, steadfastly avoiding Meng Siyu's.
He took a step forward.
