She was going to be a bride!
Shen Yijia suppressed the urge to immediately see Song Jingchen and pounce on him. She sat obediently in the bathtub. The dense mist made her face blush, and her eyes sparkled.
It was as if every pore was emitting joy.
Compared to her happiness, Ji Luo couldn't help but cry.
When she first met Shen Yijia, she had accepted the fact that she was already married.
However, at the thought of sending her off to get married, she still felt reluctant to marry off her daughter.
After taking a shower, Mo Yuan brought a handkerchief to dry Shen Yijia's hair. Ji Luo brought over a palm-sized porcelain box and took out a small amount of transparent paste. She rubbed it open in his palm and smeared it on her hand and neck.
The cream had a faint fragrance. It smelled good.
Shen Yijia sniffed and grinned foolishly. She could already imagine Song Jingchen drowning in this fragrance.
Oh, it was too embarrassing.
