By the time the two of them came back to their senses, a number of "red plum blossoms" had bloomed on Bai Ruozhu's chest, their bright redness startling against her snow-white skin.
Jiang Yichun's face grew red involuntarily. He had just gotten carried away, his actions much too forceful.
Bai Ruozhu flushed, pulling her clothes together and bemoaned, "You should go and rest. We, we aren't married yet."
At the hear of her words, his face reddened even more. He cast a deep look at her and said, "I won't get out of line. I promise I will marry you soon."
"Wait wait wait!" Bai Ruozhu suddenly remembered something and immediately cut him off. She stared at him fiercely and said, "I'm not opposed to marrying you, but I will not share my husband. If you can't guarantee that you won't take any concubines in the future, then let's just put an end to this and pretend we don't know each other."