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"This seems like the proper wedding ceremony," Dongfang Wuya observed the wine on the table and carefully recalled the matrimonial process he had seen among the commoners, "Should we also drink the joint-cups wine?"
There was no response from behind him. He turned his head to look at Shen Qinghe.
The bride was sitting quietly on the bed, staring blankly at his back. She appeared somewhat dull and not particularly bright.
"Do you really want to drink the joint-cups wine? Very well, I'll fulfill this wish of yours," Dongfang Wuya said as he picked up the wine and walked over to Shen Qinghe, handing her a cup.
Shen Qinghe simply stared at him, her expression a little off.
"Still thinking about Yan Changsheng?" Dongfang Wuya forced the cup of wine into Shen Qinghe's hands.
If it weren't for helping her break through the Illusory Realm as soon as possible, why would he indulge in this matrimonial play with her?