Inside the bridal chamber, Ye Zhen was somewhat dazed.
Before coming to the Phoenix Spirit Realm, Ye Zhen had never imagined, even in his dreams, that he would encounter such a situation.
If they were enemies, Ye Zhen could fight or flee, deciding in an instant.
But ruining an innocent young woman's purity—Ye Zhen still possessed that much conscience.
What gave Ye Zhen an even greater headache was that, helplessly, he had already bowed to Heaven and Earth with her, and now they had entered the bridal chamber. Even if Ye Zhen did nothing, he had already half-ruined this young woman. How he was supposed to handle this matter in the future pained him greatly.
On the bed, beneath her red bridal veil, the corners of Lü Qingzhu's eyes twitched continuously with nervousness as she waited for that important moment to arrive.
Ye Zhen, however, wore nothing but a bitter smile.
Time slipped away bit by bit amid Ye Zhen's bitter smile.
Lü Qingzhu, a young maiden, had gone from nervous anticipation at the beginning to growing anxiety and doubt.
What had happened that the husband opposite her had made no move at all?
Did he find her unworthy, or did he have some other thoughts?
After waiting for a long while, Lü Qingzhu's waist aching from sitting, she finally urged softly, "Husband, it is late."
Hearing this, Ye Zhen smiled bitterly again. He knew that dragging things out like this was no solution. Gritting his teeth, he made a decision. Ye Zhen was someone who could both take up and let go.
At once, Ye Zhen lifted Lü Qingzhu in his arms and gently placed her on the inner side of the bed. "Qingzhu, sleep first. I still have some cultivation to do."
With that, Ye Zhen sat cross-legged