Red candles, incense burner, bead curtain half drawn.
Wedding bed, festive window, only the beauty, not yet adorned...
Inside the main room.
The lights were on, yet it was unusually quiet.
Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in hand.
He immediately sensed something was off with the atmosphere inside the room.
He looked up.
The two girls on the bed were buried entirely in the big red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks.
The quilt was puffed up into two big lumps.
Not moving at all.
Zhao Rong walked straight to the bedside and put down the pair of embroidered shoes.
"Alright."
He looked up.
But Qing Jun on the bed showed no intention of getting down to put on her shoes.
Zhao Rong did not ask much, turned his head, and directly patted the 'little butt' that was raised up under the quilt.
