As the alarm went off, Lin Fan finally opened his eyes.
At this moment, Feng Xiaoxiao, who was resting on his arm, also woke up. Her brows were still a bit blurry, but her soft body instinctively burrowed further into his embrace.
"So early!"
Lin Fan picked up his phone to check the time— it was only eight in the morning.
"It's not early, don't forget that today is our wedding day. The procession will arrive soon, and even though it's fake, I still need to get ready."
Feng Xiaoxiao lifted her head and kissed Lin Fan on the face, saying, "Then you go downstairs and wait for the wedding procession."
"I should walk with the procession?"
Lin Fan kneaded Feng Xiaoxiao's plump breasts, curiously asking.
"Of course, you are the real groom, how can I get married without you walking with the procession?"
