Fragrance wafted out of the kitchen.
There was a large piece of beef cooking in the pot, and Xiao Die was filling the stove with firewood.
Luo Qingzhou stood at the side, thinking about something.
Tonight, he finally confirmed who the person last night was, but… he did not know if it was her all three times.
Every time, he was in a daze. Not only could he not see, but he also could not think straight. The next day, he could not remember anything useful about the other party.
Every time, it was like a dream.
If it was her all three times, could it be that he was poisoned the moment he entered the room the very first time they consummated their marriage?
The person wearing the wedding robe was definitely First Young Miss Qin. There was no doubt as she had already admitted it.