Outside the boudoir, Jiang Lin paced back and forth before the door, simply unable to bring himself to enter.
Inside the boudoir, the girl in her red wedding dress had already lifted one corner of the Red Veil. Beneath it, her lightly made-up face was equally breathtaking.
A girl was at her most beautiful when she wore her wedding dress.
That saying truly was no lie.
Yet compared with Senior Tian Fang's alluring Western Regions style as a bride, Murong Qin in her wedding dress seemed several shades more lively and adorable.
They were both waiting for their husband to arrive. Senior Tian Fang was extremely nervous and bashful, a stark contrast to her usual aloofness.
Even her faint arrogance carried a trace of wanting to serve him.
She was like an ice-queen who had grown used to indifference, trying her hardest to be a good wife before her beloved.
Though she was a little clumsy, she was still adorable...
Murong Qin, however, was different from Senior Tian Fang. She was more like a refined young lady from the mortal world—spirited and playful. Naturally, she was nervous too, but what she felt even more was impatience...
Why hasn't Senior come in yet...? Why is he dawdling around outside...?
Lifting one corner of the Red Veil with her petite hand, Murong Qin gazed at the figure outside the window that occupied her every thought.
Yet he was just walking back and forth at the doorway, from left to right and then from right to left. The girl could not help puffing out her little cheeks.
Murong Qin almost wanted to get up, open the door, pull Senior inside, blow out the candles, and draw the curtains!
Anyway, once tomorrow morning came and the raw rice had been cooked into porridge, everything