I've been sitting on the edge of the bed ever since I came into this room, keeping this posture for a long time. My back is stiff now, and I haven't even taken off my wedding dress.,Jiāng Càn turned his head back, a little embarrassed. The only towel he had was now down around him.,Ginger hastily pulled the blanket over, her little face flushed red. 。After marriage, the depths of his eyes became even more profound and complex. 。He walked slowly to her side, his voice low and icy with a hint of husky ambiguity, "It's getting late, let's sleep." 。This time, the emphasis was placed on the two words "we". 。Jiang Can's heart jumped out of his throat, closing his eyes. Suddenly, a force encircled his waist, and he leaned into that person's embrace, being pressed down onto the bed by him…。