In the luxuriously lit suite, as Shen Jianian was just set down, she noticed the large white bed not far away was covered with fresh, dewy rose petals. At the foot of the bed, swans made of white towels embraced each other with intertwined necks, their wings spread wide, with their necks forming the shape of a heart.
Shen Jianian's heart suddenly began to race. When she turned around, she saw Fu Jichen, who had locked the suite door, coming back to her.
The moment their eyes met, it felt as if ambiguous sparks were flying in the air, her ears echoed with the words he had just said in the hallway: Tired, are we? So... what about tonight, for the wedding night?
Shen Jianian's face grew warm, and she was the first to look away.
Fu Jichen casually undid the cufflinks of his shirt: "Do you want to shower first, or should I go first?"
