Yang Xiayun's face instantly turned beet red, "Why are you so petty? I already said, I didn't say it on purpose."
"Then you did say it on purpose?" Luo Linhao teased her, "We were just chatting and it led to the bridal chamber; I didn't know you were so eager for it? How about we do it early?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yang Xiayun glared at him, "Who's eager?"
"Hehe, are you shy?" Luo Linhao suddenly kissed her on the cheek, "Actually, even if you don't want to, I really do."
Yang Xiayun's face turned red again, remembering how he'd been gone for almost two years, feeling a bit uneasy. If there's another war in the future, wouldn't he be away for a long time again? "Why did you come back so late? When are you leaving again?"
"Little Yunyun, I just got back, and you're already thinking about me leaving?" Luo Linhao wasn't happy, wondering if this little girl had feelings or not.
"That's what you said, not me." Yang Xiayun stood up and suddenly looked at him, "Are you injured?"
