On Our Wedding Night, the Disabled Prince Stood Up and Kissed Me

When Lu Shiyue woke up, she had somehow transmigrated! She was being carried straight into a bridal sedan, on her way to marry the disabled Prince Dongfang Yu? How had a brilliant medical student ended up in this situation? Lu Shiyue gritted her teeth in anger and quickly cured the prince’s lame leg. Well, he was six feet tall, with a face as finely sculpted as jade. This husband she’d gotten for a bargain didn’t seem so bad after all. Dongfang Yu raised an eyebrow. “You keep staring at my face, Madam. Do you have improper thoughts about me?” Lu Shiyue grinned. “I do! I really, really do!”