Gong Ou hugged her, rolled his eyes left and right, coughed lightly in the end, and asked, “Did you?”
“Shi Xiaonian, let me tell you, even if there is, you are still mine. You are mine from inside out!” Gong Ou fiercely glared at her, carried her and walked in, directly across the baby carriage in the center, and said to the maid at the side, “Take good care of Solanum nigrum!”
“Of course it’s what you do on your wedding night.” Gong Ou said self-righteously, his eyes staring straight at her.
The light and shadows that shone on Shi Xiaonian’s body were also instantly covered, leaving no trace of warmth behind.
The sky instantly turned as dark as night.
A torrential downpour came from the sky, catching everyone off guard. The curtains to the French windows automatically closed.