She, Dongfang Xiaoran, was originally his "fourth brother" who was sworn in Taoyuan, but because her twin sister Dongfang Xianyi escaped from marriage, she had to temporarily put on her sister's wedding dress, visit the church, and provide wedding flowers and candles.
Nangong Zheyu gently lifted her chin with his hand and said, "Aren't you shy if you don't raise your head to see your husband?" It was obviously the wedding night, and she originally wanted to politely decline his upcoming gift from Duke Zhou, but she didn't expect that he would just lie on the bed with her and sleep in his clothes.
She was asleep and didn't know that this beautiful man opened his eyes leisurely and smiled gracefully, "Aran, Aran. You are finally here." The sea of fire burned the most beautiful pavilion in the manor beyond recognition, but her whole body and mind were focused on the fox in her arms who she had ridiculed countless times. Although his handsome face became dark and ugly, she recognized his face.
There was no trace of sadness on her face, so much joy and joy, and she just whispered, "Azhe, open your eyes and look at me, I'm home." She touched his sleeping point, and her long slender fingers traced the face she missed a thousand days and nights, and said with such tenderness as never before, "Azhe, I'm here. Do you miss me?"
Ah Zhe, you forgot to remember, I want to forget.
