She had never seen Rong Ruo wear anything other than his flying fish robe and everyday clothes, let alone a red robe.

Today, he was dressed in a bright red groom's suit, which made his face look even more radiant.

Even Yuan Zhao, who was used to seeing his good looks, couldn't help but exclaim: "What a monster!"

As she was sizing up Rong Ruo, Rong Ruo was also looking down at her.

She dressed up nicely today. She was already seven points beautiful, but today's outfit accentuated her beauty to ten points.

What attracted him most were her bright, expressive eyes; he had seen countless emotions reflected in them.

Anger, resentment, pleasure...

There are all kinds of them, and they always make people feel her vitality.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with undisguised amazement. If an ordinary person dared to look at him with such eyes, he would have already gouged out her eyes.

However, when it came to Yuan Zhao, he felt that it seemed acceptable.

As if bewitched by her eyes, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch her eyes, but Yuan Zhao avoided him.

Yuan Zhao's action was subconscious. She thought Rong Ruo was going to do something, so she quickly stepped back to avoid his hand.

Rong Ruo snapped out of his dodge and realized what he had just tried to do; a fleeting emotion crossed his eyes.

Yuan Zhao didn't realize it until she dodged it, then she realized that Rong Ruo had just wanted to touch her.

The atmosphere inexplicably became somewhat awkward, especially in this situation.

She coughed lightly, quickly trying to change the subject and avoid the awkward situation.

Aren't you going to drink the nuptial wine?

She heard herself say it.

Realizing what he had said, a hint of annoyance flashed in Yuan Zhao's eyes.

What was she saying?

Seeing her like this, a smile flashed across Rong Ruo's eyes, but it disappeared without a trace by the time Yuan Zhao looked closely.

Rong Ruo turned around and poured himself two cups of wine, handing one of them to Yuan Zhao.

Yuan Zhao looked at the nuptial wine cup in front of her with a complicated expression; she had only come to this conclusion herself after being reminded.

"drink."

Rong Ruo didn't say much, just one word.

Yuan Zhao snapped out of her daze, instinctively took the other person's hand, and then downed the wine in her glass in one gulp.

Seeing her actions, Rong Ruo's eyes flashed with surprise. He glanced at their intertwined hands and belatedly realized that this was the so-called nuptial wine.

Yuan Zhao had no idea what he was thinking, and was even less aware that he had dug himself a hole.

After drinking the nuptial wine, it was time for the wedding night.

Yuan Zhao thought of his previous guess and his heart stirred. Just as he was about to look at a certain place of Rong Ruo, he saw that the other party had already gotten up and walked to the table.

Seeing that she was still sitting on the wedding bed, he raised an eyebrow:

"Aren't you hungry?"

Reminded by him, Yuan Zhao realized that he hadn't eaten properly all day. He didn't care about anything else and quickly went to the table to start eating.

She wasn't surprised that many of the meals prepared were her favorites.

She and Rong Ruo had eaten at the same table dozens of times, if not hundreds. He was surrounded by intelligent people who could figure out her preferences, so she wasn't surprised at all.

The two ate their meal quietly, without any of the shyness, unfamiliarity, or awkwardness that newlyweds should have, because they knew each other too well.

So much so that when Yuan Zhao finished washing up and was about to go to bed, she belatedly realized that today was her wedding night.

Oh, and I also have my own guesses.

Yuan Zhao wanted to do something, but for some reason, she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyelids open.

She eventually fell into a deep sleep, unaware that the person beside her had been watching her the whole time, their eyes filled with primal desire and possessiveness.