Qin Zhao returned home and it was already night.
Chu Yan had prepared a table full of dishes and was sitting at the dining table waiting for her.
But his gaze towards her was incredibly resentful, "I thought you were going to run away from the wedding."
After running around outside, Qin Zhao's anger had subsided. She came back to see the table full of dishes, so she felt very good and forgave him.
"You've prepared everything, how could I possibly run away from the wedding?"
As soon as she sat down, Chu Yan handed her the chopsticks.
After eating a few bites contentedly, Qin Zhao spoke to him seriously, "You can't touch me today!"
They had been intimate for two consecutive days, and Chu Yan, when it came to such matters, did not know the limits and didn't know when to stop, which exhausted her greatly.
She even doubted whether she was a qualified cultivator—how could she get tired so easily? And wasn't Chu Yan just a mortal? Shouldn't he get tired before her?
