The wedding guests outside had all dispersed, and Shen Xuan walked towards the new house with a sparkling look in his eyes, no longer the drunken demeanor he had just been.
The door creaked open. Shen Xuanxing walked to the bedside and smiled at Jia Yi under the hijab, "Look. I told you not to waste your efforts and marry me again. If you don't marry me again."
Jia Yi pointed to the hijab on her head and motioned for him to take it off for her.
Shen Xuan lifted up his robe and sat down next to Jia Yi, then carelessly rectified his sleeve cuffs, then slowly raised his hijab and said, "Do you have anything to say?"
Jia Yi had been covering her red hijab for a day, and now she finally took it off. She kept blinking her eyes and said, "Actually, I think if I can marry you again, that would be the real fate."
Shen Xuan raised his eyebrows with his hands and said, "So?"
Jia Yi turned to look at Shen Xuan, who was dressed in Jifu, and met his dark smiling eyes. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva and said, "So..."
Shen Xuan suddenly stepped forward and with a push of his arm, he pinned Jia Yi to the bed. He looked down at Jia Yi with a smile and said, "So what?"
Jia Yi tried to struggle for a while, but found that something was not right, so she stammered and begged for mercy, "So... Um... So in the next life I will still... Um... Shen Tingzhi..."
"What did you call me?..."
"Ms. Uh... Shen Xuan... Xuan... We haven't... Uh... Drank the Henuo wine yet..."
"I drank last time..."
"This time too..."
"Drink until dawn..."
…..