The bed in the bridal chamber had some years on it, and as Yu Tingwan lay down, it creaked softly.
The mattress was very hard, incomparable to the huanghuali wood luohan bed of the Duke Shun Mansion.
But Wei Zhao, accustomed to the hardships of military campaigns and sleeping outdoors, did not mind using it as a makeshift bed, as he was not a pampered noble son who couldn't endure hardship.
The bed he used to sleep on was now occupied by a girl claiming to be his wife.
The girl was wearing a red wedding dress, with her eyebrows drawn and lips rosy, and her face was powdered.
Her looks were truly…
Striking.
If not for the Hui Family having a studious son who was feared by outsiders, and Yu Tingwan rarely going out, such beauty would be difficult to protect in an ordinary household.
Wei Zhao did not know what he was thinking, as he was lost in thought.
Yu Tingwan waited for a long time but did not see Wei Zhao make any move.
