Zhuo Junyi held onto Su Shijie tightly, trying hard to restrain herself, as this wasn't their cozy little nest, and the soundproofing wasn't as good.
Afterwards, Zhuo Junyi felt as if her bones had turned to jelly.
She lay weakly, without a trace of strength, in Su Shijie's arms.
Su Shijie was thinking that their wedding wasn't far off.
Since returning from the Spirit Clan, nearly half a month had passed, yet this little woman hadn't really talked to him about what kind of wedding she wanted.
"Xiao Yi, once we go back, it's time to plan the wedding. You still haven't told me what kind of wedding you want."
"I haven't really thought it through yet."
"Do you like a wedding like my sister's?"
Zhuo Junyi shook her head, "That was a fairy tale wedding specially prepared by my brother for my sister-in-law. Su Shijie, I want a wedding that's uniquely mine."
"Okay, then let's plan it well."
Now, Su Shijie was capable of giving her a perfect wedding.
