Yu Nian, still wearing her pajamas, had wet hair. Upon seeing this, Song Ci went over, picked up a towel from the side, and gently wiped her hair.
Her hair, dripping wet, was eventually dried by a man skillfully using a hairdryer.
He looks like a perfect husband, gentle and reassuring.
"Why is it too late? It's only a little past eight, not even nine yet. Or I can go get it myself."
Yu Nian was still thinking about the wedding candy her grandfather had made, and worried that the old man would be rushing back and forth, so she was thinking about going back to her hometown.
She reached out and grabbed Song Ci's arm, pulling him down slightly, as if to ask for Song Ci's opinion.
"Song Ci, should we...?"
Before she could finish speaking, the man's passionate kiss landed on her collarbone.
"Niannian, Grandpa said he won't bother us."
"Today is also my wedding night."
The room was quiet, but Song Ci continued what she was doing.
Song Ci looked exceptionally alluring today, wearing only a bathrobe, his sexy abs sculpted in curves that left Yu Nian speechless.
With her enthusiasm aroused, Yu Nian naturally refused to admit defeat.
Her fingers traced the man's neck, sliding down the fair skin beside his delicate collarbone, and effortlessly reached his abs, which she adored. Every movement ignited a fire within her.
"Would you be willing to favor me today, Niannian?"
Song Ci's voice was slightly hoarse. He turned his head closer to the person in his arms, his cool nose brushing against Yu Nian's face. The hand that was holding his slender waist was as hot as surging magma.
He was inviting the God he believed in to favor him.
In a daze, he saw his god.
They fell into the mortal world.
The moment the bathrobe was untied, all the waiting was crushed bit by bit.
The god who favored only one person tiptoed slightly and whispered passionately in his ear.
"Today, I grant you permission to stay up all night."
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