"Ugh…"
Shen Chaoxi leaned over the bathroom sink, almost vomiting out her entire insides.
The frosted glass door behind her was opened by a man wrapped in a loose bathrobe.
Having returned from the wedding in the Eastern Suburb, it was nearly midnight, and the couple were getting ready separately upstairs and downstairs.
Shang Jianghan came up from the first floor, checked his email in the study to pass the time.
Half an hour later, guessing that Shen Chaoxi had finished freshening up, he pushed open the bedroom door.
It was their wedding night, the room filled with festive colors. Following tradition, the bed was decorated with heart-shaped Date-born Osmanthus snacks, symbolizing a profound meaning.
Shang Jianghan entered the bedroom, scanned around, but didn't see his wife. He walked to the foot of the bed and paused, his gaze sweeping from the firmly closed frosted bathroom door back to the bed, his dark eyes gradually softening.