The bride sits along the Kang on a candlelit night in the cave.

Dressed in a red cap, waited for the Lang to lift it.

Yue Zitong waited for a long time. Nobody came to lift the red cap for her, but she sighed low and lifted it gently with her plain hands.

The candlestick on the round table was full of candle tears.

The orange candlelight, windless and automatic, makes people wonder that at the next moment, there will be a pale, red tongue gued guys, suddenly out of the shadow of the candlelight, grinning, "Lady, it's not early, for your husband should help you undress, rest."

Although the...