"Just half an hour?" Yun Shangyuan narrowed his eyes.
That seemed far too little, not even enough for a few kisses.
Feng Yueya scratched the back of her head, "How about, an hour, any more than that and I won't do it!"
"Fine, an hour!" the moment Yun Shangyuan finished his sentence, he pulled her into his embrace and eagerly sealed her lips.
An hour of intimacy would be enough for him to savor tonight...
Days flew by, and finally, the wedding day arrived.
In the year 716 of Tianhe, on the twenty-sixth of May, it was an auspicious day for weddings, prayers, consecrations, seeking offspring, and travel.
This day was a collection of all the good fortunes one could hope for in a single day.
The Mingyuan Royal Mansion was decorated with lanterns and streamers, exuding a strong atmosphere of joy. Before dawn had even broken, Feng Yueya was roused to start dressing up.
