You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.
On the wedding night, fifteen-year-old Lu Zhiyao looked at her husband, who was ten years older than her, and the first thing she asked was, are you okay? Chen Nanyan's handsome eyes narrowed slightly, and without saying a word, he made Lu Zhiyao express regret for what he just said from the inside out.
Who said that the current prince looks weak? Rumors are just rumors! Lu Zhiyao bit the quilt with eyes wide open. The prince beside him reached out and hugged his beloved wife, lowered his head and bit his earlobe, and exhaled softly.
"Girl, you and Gu must take action and let the rumors collapse."
Intention: Sweet!