"Ah Yan, calm down."
He Ying's expression changed, and he timely grabbed her misbehaving hand.
Rejected while trying to seduce him, Sang Yan frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
He Ying tactfully refused, "It's inconvenient in the water."
Sang Yan thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's true. You have no experience; it must indeed be difficult for you at first."
He Ying: "..."
Felt underestimated.
Was this provocation?
He took a deep breath, remained calm, and said, "I don't find it difficult. But our wedding is soon; there's no rush."
He still planned to wait for their wedding night to consummate the marriage.
Their first night should be on such a beautiful, memorable day.
Sang Yan probably knew what he was thinking, but she was just not used to his sudden restraint.
"You know, sometimes you think too much."
She felt she had soaked in the bath long enough, so she let go of him, stepped on the stairs, and got out.
Her clean, luxurious nightgown was beside her.
