However, after a long time, Xie Jingrun's smooth forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but he still couldn't untie Rong Qingqing's belt.

Rong Qingqing noticed that her initial tension was gradually turning into anxiety.

"Do you even know how?" she muttered under her breath.

Xie Jingrun pursed her lips and remained silent, but in her heart she cursed the person who designed this wedding dress.

After a while, Rong Qingqing asked impatiently again, "Is it done yet?"

Xie Jingrun remained silent.

Rong Qingqing was speechless; they were probably the only couple in history to be stumped by their wedding dress.

Time passed slowly, and the room was quiet except for the wedding candles that continued to burn diligently, occasionally making soft popping sounds.

Do you even know how to solve it?

"Shut up!" Xie Jingrun's temple throbbed, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Seeing his reaction, Rong Qingqing reluctantly shut her mouth.

After a while, he finally untied her belt.

Just as Rong Qingqing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Xie Jingrun glanced at her, then suddenly grabbed a corner of her clothes and pulled it down.

"What are you doing?" She was startled and instinctively tried to pull her clothes together.

Xie Jingrun stared at her with his long, narrow, dark eyes, and asked in return, "You're going to bathe in your wedding dress?"

Rong Qingqing was taken aback.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, Xie Jingrun used force to pull the wedding dress off her.

Rong Qingqing subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, even though she was still wearing a white undergarment.

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, turned around and hung her wedding dress on the rack next to him, then walked back and opened his arms, saying, "It's my turn."

Rong Qingqing: "..."

Realizing what was happening, she tried to run, but the man easily caught her.

"It is a wife's duty to help her husband change his clothes," he whispered in her ear, his voice warm and intimate.

The man's warm breath brushed against her ear, making her feel tingly and itchy, and Rong Qingqing's body trembled uncontrollably.

Whether from the heat or embarrassment, her face flushed crimson, and she said angrily, "Let me go..."

"I won't let go." Xie Jingrun's lips curled up, and he suddenly picked her up horizontally.

Rong Qingqing quickly placed her hands on his chest, her heart pounding with panic. She stammered, her voice trembling, "W-what are you going to do?"

Xie Jingrun looked at her intently and said meaningfully, "People say that a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. We have already wasted too much time. Let's take a shower together."

Rong Qingqing understood the meaning behind his words and her body stiffened.

Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt flustered and nervous when the time came.

She forced herself to calm down and said as gently as possible, "But I'm not used to bathing with other people..."

"You'll get used to it after a few more washes," Xie Jingrun said casually, not unaware that the girl in his arms had stiffened.

Rong Qingqing: "..."

How could she not know that this guy had a fetish for bathing with others?

"But it's actually unhygienic for the two of us to shower together." After a long while, she found another reason to try and persuade him.

"What do you mean by unhygienic?" Xie Jingrun asked.

"It's just not clean," Rong Qingqing explained, completely unaware that Xie Jingrun had already carried her to the edge of the bath.

"I don't care." Xie Jingrun put her down, and with his slender fingers, he untied the belt of her inner garment.

"But I do care," Rong Qingqing said, slightly agitated, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

Although the two were already married, she was still somewhat unprepared for more intimate things.

And this guy, on their wedding night, is going to do something so explosive, she can't handle it.