Drawing first blood!

In the master bedroom.

The red pillows.

The red blanket.

The red mattress.

Zhang Ye had already gotten under the sheets and was lying in bed with a million thoughts racing through his mind. It wasn't easy getting here. How many competitors did he have to fend off before he painstakingly managed to get Wu Zeqing to marry him? Calm down, relax, you cannot be so impatient at this point in time. You've already waited all this time having known each other for so long and been in a relationship for almost two years now. It's only a few more minutes, so it isn't too much to ask to wait this bit longer, right?

Was it difficult?

Think about the Red Army's long march!

Was it tiring?

Think about the revolutionary predecessors!

"Old Wu."

"What is it?"

"Are you done yet?"

"Soon."

A few minutes later.

"Old Wu."

"Eh?"