C73 The Wedding

Without my permission, Wen Chuyang carried me from behind and carried me up to the second floor like he was carrying a bag of sand.

He gently placed me on the bed and looked at me as if he was appreciating a piece of art. The tenderness in his eyes could turn into water.

"Do you know? Looking at you like this might be the happiest thing in my life!" Wen Chuyang held my hand