Wedding Night: Youyi Quan

Xianhuijie brought a quilt for Zhao Mazhe and her son, Lian Quan.

"We don't have any spare quilts at home, so you and Xiao Zhe will have to make do for tonight. Anyway, we have to get up early tomorrow, a little after three. Around five thirty, we'll need to go to the hotel to pick up Xiao Yi. I've already talked it over with your aunt and your fourth sister."

Deep down, Lian Quan was delighted, but he simply replied, "Mm, got it, Xianhuijie."

Mazhe gave a casual response, too. "Okay, Auntie."

Xianhuijie casually closed the guest room door and left.

That left Lian Quan and Zhao Mazhe alone in the room.

The two of them lay facing away from each other, pretending to sleep, but neither could drift off. They chatted about this and that until Mazhe suddenly jumped off the bed and pounced on Lian Quan, playfully wrestling with him.

They teased each other back and forth. Lian Quan suddenly rolled over, and the two locked eyes, lost in memories of their past together.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.