Newlywed Night

In the new room, a quarter of the dragon and phoenix candles on the table, which were as thick as a baby's arm, were burning.

Zhuling and the rest had already left, and only Feng Linyuan and Bai Zheng were left in the room.

For a time, the two of them faced each other speechlessly.

Bai Zheng poured a cup of tea for him and took off the lid of a small tray on the table, revealing a white rice cake that was still steaming hot.

"Have some." Bai Zheng gently said as she pulled his hand.

Feng Linyuan was startled, and immediately wanted to retract his fist.

"Let go." Bai Zheng said indifferently.

Bai Zheng gradually released her fingers, closed his eyes, and gently touched them with her fingers.

His broad and big hands were unlike those in the Yongding City, where ordinary nobles lived in luxury, and there were quite a few thin cocoons and scars that were not bad for the eyes.