When flipping to the second page, Luo Qianqian hesitated, always feeling that once she took this step, there would be no turning back.
But she soon smiled wryly, looking at the ice block of soy milk tossed aside. If things continue this way, even if she could hide it from her grandparents, parents, brothers, and sisters, Jimo Cheng would never be fooled...
After all, he is her fiancé, which means he is her future husband—the person sharing her bed. Although her face reddened a little, Luo Qianqian had to admit that even now, without sharing a bed, holding hands might expose the truth.
Sighing, she silently opened the second page, looking at the requirements above, this time a cycle of eighteen Zhou Tian...
Sighing again, her face full of helplessness, what could she do?
Recalling the way the Strange Old Man taught her in the dream, she silently began the first Zhou Tian's guidance.
