ghtly, saying nothing.Shen Mingxuan took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a circle of smoke, and fixed his gaze on the young boy's face, saying: "Come here, sit on Uncle's lap."Ning Shu glanced...The man's hands were coarse and broad, with a faint layer of calluses. In contrast, the youth in his wedding attire had slender, fair fingers.

Ning Shu looked down at his face, her heart inexplicably feeling a warmth.

He never thought he would one day marry a man.

Everyone in the palace knew that the prince was getting married today. Red decorations were hung everywhere, celebrating the joyous occasion. However, the bride wasn't some wealthy heiress. It was Young Master Ning. Young Master Ning was handsome, and in his red wedding attire, his slender figure stood tall and proud, looking elegant and beautiful.atuated with them.So now he just needs to be good and obedient.In almost an instant of hesitation, Ning Shu gave up resistance. He so obediently let the head of the Jin family bow his head, his mouth...