Yun Shangyuan leaned against the bed, browsing through some documents.
Seeing her run over, he lifted a corner of the thin quilt, making it easier for her to crawl in.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Yueya nestled under the covers, her eyes bright and gleaming as she looked at him.
"Some documents, are you interested in taking a look?" Yun Shangyuan asked with a smile.
"No," she shook her head, "I'm only interested in cultivation; documents are too verbose for me, I can't understand them."
Actually, she was someone who would fall asleep as soon as she started reading.
Yun Shangyuan placed the documents on the bedside cabinet, turned over, propped himself above her, and said, "Yue Yaya, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"About our wedding. I had someone calculate it, and next month's fifteenth is a good day. How about we set our wedding for that day?"
"Sure, you decide," Feng Yueya agreed without hesitation.
