Although the moon was white and the moonlight beautiful,
Li Nuo watched it intently.
But her body was too frail, even needing Li Nuo to feed her medicine; how could she withstand such a strenuous activity?
Since it was the first time, of course, it had to be the most perfect memory.
She had waited for so long, a few more days wouldn't matter.
Li Nuo gently pinched her face and said, "Wait a few more days until you're feeling a bit better."
Song Jiaren blushed and nodded slightly.
Holding his soft and fragrant wife as she peacefully fell asleep, when he woke up the next morning, Jiaren was no longer in bed.
As soon as Li Nuo opened his eyes, he saw a figure sneakily running in.
Anning ran to the side of the bed, lifted the quilt to look, and with a startled expression on her face, turned to Li Nuo and asked, "Last night, you didn't do anything?"
