The Taste of Happiness

After Zhou Chengsen finished showering and returned to the room, Ruan Tang was still blow-drying her hair.

"Do you wash your hair every night?"

She had washed it last night too.

Wasn't washing her hair every day bad for girls?

It could easily lead to migraines when she got older.

Ruan Tang switched off the hair dryer. "No. We had hot pot tonight, so I smell like hot pot all over. Do you want me to dry your hair?"

"Sure." Zhou Chengsen stepped forward and took the hair dryer.

Ruan Tang didn't give it to him. She stood up and vacated her seat. "I'll dry it for you. Sit down."

Zhou Chengsen didn't refuse and obediently sat down.

Ruan Tang pressed the switch. Amid the hair dryer's deafening roar, she dried his soft, short hair in just a few quick passes.

Being a man was so convenient!

Ruan Tang set down the hair dryer and unplugged it.

After Zhou Chengsen waited for her to finish, he wrapped an arm around her. She fell onto his lap.

Ruan Tang was startled. Her heart gave a faint tremor, and her body stiffened instinctively.

He picked her up horizontally, placed her on the bed, and pressed down over her.

Ruan Tang's heart pounded as she looked at him.

Tonight was their wedding night.

Looking down at her from above, Zhou Chengsen asked, "Which night do you think is our wedding night? Tonight, or May 20?"

In the village, getting a marriage certificate didn't count as being married. Only holding a wedding banquet did.

By his way of thinking, he hadn't intended to spend their wedding night tonight.

He had originally planned to make the night of their wedding banquet their wedding night. That was the conventional way to do things.

She had also