He hugged her, grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Touch it, it's the best proof that you look good."

"Rogue!" Jian Ran cursed, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly by Qin Yue, "Jian Ran, the bridal chamber wedding night we owe should be made up tonight."

"Qin Yue, uh...we haven't...have dinner..." Jian Ran's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she could only make a whining sound.