The carriage swayed back and forth, and from time to time some embarrassing sounds could be heard from inside. In broad daylight, Liang Xiaosan truly lived up to his name; he certainly was wild. The coachman remained expressionless, pretending to be deaf, as if he knew nothing and heard nothing.
When the carriage finally stopped, Liang Xiaosan, holding his cherished little wife, emerged with disheveled clothes and messy hair, his cheeks flushed. He jumped down from the carriage with her in his arms, his eyes sparkling, striding boldly through the crimson gates.
Dong Huiying: "..."
Truly, it made one's bones go weak.
Shujun carried his wife into a room, which seemed to be a grand mansion. The interior layout was exquisite, with small bridges, flowing water, artificial hills, and rocks, making the scenery quite beautiful.
