Supporting Bai Susu's body with one hand, Feng Qiwu stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed the quilt with a sharp tug, scattering the peanuts and longans all over the floor. Then he gently laid Bai Susu down, his gaze burning as he looked at her blushing face, "Susu, you are truly beautiful today..."
Bai Susu felt a warmth spread through her entire body under his gaze.
At this moment, she finally understood what it meant when dry wood kindles into fire with the slightest spark.
"Shu Kuang..." Bai Susu gently blinked, her hands instinctively clutching onto Feng Qiwu's clothing, a slight nervousness within her.
This was, after all, a real battle with true blades and swords tonight, not the cautious dance they had in the past.
Yet amidst her nervousness, her heart brimmed with anticipation, she coughed lightly to herself!
In the next moment, Feng Qiwu flicked his fingers, the cords holding the canopy hooks were cut cleanly.
