Yu Jingchen didn't offer any explanation, just a one-word command. "Strip."
That moment, that one word, was something An Ning would find unforgettable for the rest of her life.
In the deep nights to come, she was always able to imagine Yu Jingchen's commanding voice.
It was neither gentle nor kind, but absolutely severe, filled one hundred percent with a cold tone.
Yet, it was this single word that had such penetrating power and impact that it made her heart ripple for a long time.
It was also at this moment that An Ning came to understand a more real side of herself.
...
Outside the bedroom door.
Yu Ziqian, who had waited for his bride all day, was anxious to enter the master bedroom.
But Wang Mama simply would not let him in. "Young master, your mother has been through a lot today. Let her rest well. You can go call her when it's time to eat."
"When will dinner be ready?"
"In about half an hour."
"But half an hour is so long." Yu Ziqian really couldn't wait.