y a slight kick from the boy's leg and sent sprawling in another direction.When a faint chill scent wafted into her nose, Ning Shu felt the solidity of a chest against her.The slender waist of the boy...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.nd stare at his face.After greeting Zhao Lesheng, Ning Shu opened the car door and got in, calling out to Uncle Wen.Wen Yu Zhou's face, however, was not looking good.His gaze passed over the glass, la...