One night later.
When Liang Xue woke up, the sky was bright, and birds chirped noisily outside the window. She opened her eyes, and the person beside her was already gone.
She tried to sit up, immediately feeling a tearing pain that made her frown. Biting her lip, she forced herself to sit up.
Looking down, she could see a few red marks on her tender and delicate skin. Images of last night's scene of a young man kneading dough flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but hug her knees, letting her long hair fall, covering her fragrant shoulders and thighs.
Thinking of what happened last night, the way she cooperated with that young man, her heart couldn't help but tremble, revealing an indescribable anger under her thin eyebrows.
Before this, Liang Xue had pictured a lot about her other half, but the final result was always giving her body to her partner on the wedding night. Who knew it would turn out like this?
