Compared to her usual innocent and pure appearance without makeup, Liu Yin looked even more charming with makeup on.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes were filled with fervor as he looked at Liuyin.
"The ones outside are better."
"alright."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wenyun quickly walked up to Liuyin and put his arm around her.
Seeing the man's flushed face, Liu Yin frowned slightly. "How much did you drink?"
"Just one bite."
Noticing Liu Yin's refusal, Feng Wenyun felt a little wronged; he really had only taken a sip of wine.
In fact, that one sip of wine was enough to get him drunk; otherwise, why would his mind be filled with Liu Yin?
"I understand." Liuyin obediently leaned against him.
Feng Wenyun wouldn't stay still for long, especially since it was just him and Liuyin in this house.
The thought of being able to spend time with Liuyin filled Feng Wenyun with uncontrollable excitement.
In matters of the heart, he exercised more restraint than anything else.
However, after separating from his parents, he probably won't have to worry about so much anymore.
...
The banquet was held at my parents' house, so they didn't have to do any cleaning.
Summer days always dawn exceptionally early, often accompanied by a touch of heat.
As dawn broke, Feng Wenyun faintly heard knocking on the door, which continued incessantly.
He rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them, he saw a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.
There were red marks among them.
Feng Wenyun looked down at Liuyin in his arms and kissed her cheek.
Amid the incessant knocking, he sighed inwardly and grabbed a piece of clothing from the closet to put on.
The person knocking incessantly on the door was Liu Xinmei, who had come to deliver breakfast to the newlyweds.
Perhaps it was the past month that made her think her son had changed his ways, and now she also felt that Feng Wenyun should get up.
When Feng Wenyun opened the door, he saw it was his mother. He was a little helpless. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Liu Xinmei handed the basket to her son, saying, "This is your breakfast. There's soup in it too. Remember to make sure Liuyin finishes it."
Last night was her son's wedding day, and Liu Xinmei slept very well, relieved that she had finally put her mind at ease.
I got up before dawn and busied myself making nourishing soup for my youngest daughter-in-law.
Feng Wenyun took the basket, feeling a mix of emotions.
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