Looking at the little wife's distressed appearance, Li Qingmu felt his entire heart wrapped in warmth, his mood exceedingly joyful.
He chuckled softly, went up to hold the little woman's hands, and said with a profound gaze, "If I were to hide, the drama wouldn't be real anymore!"
"Go away, who needs reality? You... you make my heart feel terrible like this!"
Long Yue was extremely anxious, especially seeing those few red marks on his handsome face, she felt immensely guilty and stood up, "I'll get an egg to roll on it for you, ah..."
As soon as she stood up, a large hand beside her pressed her back down, directly onto his lap.
"Li Qingmu, what exactly do you want to do?"
"What do you think?" Li Qingmu said with a slight smile, "They're all in the bridal chamber, should we also... cough..."
Before he finished his sentence, Long Yue's small fist hit him, Li Qingmu widened his eyes, coughing vigorously, looking as if he was beaten to death.
