Zhao Baoyan could feel her strong resistance, so intense that if he took another step closer, Fu Cai would scream and start tearing like a madwoman.
He slowly lowered his arms, then tightened them around her waist. She was only wearing a thin top, making her waist seem even more slender.
Zhao Baoyan tightened his arms further until there was no more space left, and only then did he press her forcefully into his embrace.
"I know, you feel it's sudden, right? After all, we went from getting to know each other to getting married so quickly. You weren't prepared, were you?"
Zhao Baoyan remained close to Fu Cai's face, afraid that his breath would repulse her, he leaned close to her ear.
Fu Cai didn't speak, curling up tightly. Among everything that happened that day, what she remembered most vividly was the first person.
As for the rest, she had already fainted by then.