The Wedding Night

Long Yang's enigmatic eyes narrowed at his suggestive words. Looking down at the booklet in his hands, he quickly realized what it was.

He glanced at him, a faint smile on his face. "Zhao Qian, it appears that you have a lot of free time on your hands."

Zhao Qian froze, thinking that his master was surely going to punish him. However, after his master had finished speaking, he simply turned and walked into the bedchamber.

Watching his master's retreating figure, Zhao Qian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, feeling a sense of exhaustion as if he had just dodged a bullet.

How very difficult his life was…

No, wait. Master seemed to have brought the booklet inside.

When Zhao Qian realized this, his lips twitched. Was this what they called, the body is always more honest than words?

He had expected his master to throw the booklet back to him like last time, but…

Zhao Qian shook his head and sighed heavily.