"Dear Ruoxi, you're so good!" Qiao Junlie kissed her forehead as a reward.
Zi Ruoxi lowered her eyelids, only feeling a slight dizziness. She knew she might be drunk.
However, just as she was about to say something, the enchanting voice sounded at her ear again, "Alright, we should head to the bridal chamber now." Qiao Junlie looked at the beauty beside him with a mischievous smile.
Sweat.
"...To the bridal chamber?" Zi Ruoxi repeated. At this moment, her mind was seriously unclear, and the person in front of her alternated between blurry and clear, becoming a double image. She truly felt exhausted, her body propped against the table, her head about to bump against it the next second.
