The wedding proceeded in such an utmost romantic fashion.
After seeing off the guests, time had nearly reached past seven in the evening.
After a day's hustle, finally, there was a moment alone for Chu Mo and Ling Yajing.
The villa district still retained the romantic set-up of the entire wedding scene.
Including inside the villa district, where countless rose petals were still scattered about.
The whole room appeared exceptionally romantic.
"Husband, be gentle with me later."
Ling Yajing's face was flushed with shyness, her red lips slightly parted, and she seemed a bit nervous and blushing.
After all, this was her very first time.
"Mm, your husband will be," Chu Mo said with a smile, and then amidst Ling Yajing's exclamations, he picked her up in his arms.
"Husband..."
Ling Yajing's breathing quickened, her heart pounding chaotically like a frightened deer.
Chu Mo also gazed at Ling Yajing, his eyes, like stars, gleaming with anticipation.
