C595 No trace of spring dream

"Yarn?" he cried hoarsely.

He wanted to raise his hand and push her away, but his hand, his body as if by magic, could not move. He could only watch as she stirred him like a red flame.

"Shh!" She raised her beautiful eyes and gave him a hazy smile. "This is our wedding night," she said softly.

"Uh. Am I dreaming? This is the wedding night? " He was stunned