Feng Qingtian rubbed her face in amusement. "Why would she be happier?"
Gu Bailu smiled cunningly. "That's a secret. Just promise me that you'll come with me."
Feng Qingtian lowered his head to her lips. "Not unless you satisfy me first."
"What do you want?" Gu Bailu stood up warily, only to sense that an arm had locked around her waist and something was standing up between her legs.
"Stop, I need to check on the bridal gifts."
Gu Bailu frowned and tried to push him away.
This man couldn't get it up at all with other women, but when it came to her, he was like a beast that had been starving for thousands of years.
Nibbling her earlobe, Feng Qingtian said, "They'll finish the preparations themselves. If they need your supervision all the time, they're too useless."
"I have to make sure that they won't actually give the good stuff away."