Ears are sweet words of Qicheng. Gu Qianmeng smiles and closes his eyes. Qicheng's hands slip away from her hair, and then hold her waist and limbs. The snow-white wedding dress flutters with the wind.

"Oh, the wind is cool." Hands held high, Gu Qianmeng exclaimed, leaving Qicheng to hold her from behind.

"Get close to me or you'll get sick." Qicheng kissed her on the forehead.

On hearing this, Gu Qianmeng frowned, turned around and piteously lifted Qicheng's face. "Now we are honeymoons. If I get sick, then the honeymoon will not soak up?"

Qicheng took her hand, opened her suit and wrapped her in it.'So, come closer to...