Fu Xiyao stood where she was, and his large hand slowly caressed her little face..
The slender feather blinked, and Fu Xiyao’s beautiful eyes were filled with the shyness and sweetness of a newly married woman. She looked at him and lowered her head shyly, “Can... can I go change now?”
Ling limu caressed her little face. At this moment, the candlelight was flickering, and she was a peerless beauty. After spending so many years, he had finally walked to her side and could touch her face gently.
He slowly withdrew his big hand. “Go inside and change your clothes. I’ll get someone to prepare dinner.”
“Okay.”
Fu Xiyao ran into the bathroom in small steps.
..
Fu Xiyao took a shower and changed out of her Phoenix Coronet and gown. She also removed the delicate makeup on her little face. She wore a red dress and went out.
