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After the chaos settled, Shen Qingyao took the initiative to go wash up. By the time she finished drying her hair and sat back on the edge of the bed again, that sneaky comment from the system suddenly popped into her mind.

Today, it seemed like it was their wedding night.

There probably was only one bed and one quilt here.

...Shen Qingyao's mind went blank for a moment. Was this really the script of sharing a bed?

She blinked. Usually, wouldn't the male lead take the initiative to suggest sleeping in the study at this time? But would it be a bit too much to sleep separately on the wedding night? Maybe they could consider the sofa in the outer room? But then who would sleep there? That's another problem...

She reached out and patted the soft and comfortable big bed behind her, feeling reluctant to give it up. That sofa didn't look very comfortable... Hmm, she didn't want to go there.

When Lu Zhao came back, he saw the young girl hadn't even finished drying her hair, with her face full of confusion.

He felt somewhat puzzled. What was going on again?

He quietly approached, reached out, took the towel she was using to dry her hair, and naturally helped her dry her hair. Shen Qingyao was startled, she recoiled slightly, but he pressed her down with one hand: "Don't move, you might pull your hair."

The girl with thin hair dared not move, sitting obediently like a soulless doll.

After a moment, Lu Zhao put down the towel, feeling that she was unusually quiet, but he also understood her nervousness, after all, he wasn't much better. So he didn't say anything, just lightly touched her and said gently, "Let's sleep."

"Huh?" Shen Qingyao raised her head. Sleep? How? She subconsciously glanced at the sofa that had been prepared early...

Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow, knowingly asked, "What? Is Yaoyao expecting something?"

"..." I was expecting you'd take the initiative and sleep over there yourself. But his words sounded ambiguous, as if there was something else implied. Shen Qingyao blushed and quickly shook her head in denial.

Suppressing her heartbeat that was getting a bit excessive, she embraced a heroic mood as if sacrificing herself generously, thinking, It's just sleeping, what's there to be afraid of?

She gritted her teeth, rolled onto the inner side of the big bed, tightly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

She heard Lu Zhao chuckle behind her, then there was a rustling sound, and then the bed sank a little, a cold fragrance enveloping her, and she thought, Lu Zhao had laid down.

Lu Zhao tilted his head slightly, looking at the little girl wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon and the round back of her head on the pillow beside him. He couldn't help but smile again, feeling satisfied, a heavy stone lifted off his chest. Fortunately, there were no hitches, he finally brought the little girl home.

As for the rest... Lu Zhao's eyes darkened, thinking, There's plenty of time ahead. He softly said, "Sweet dreams," and closed his eyes.

Shen Qingyao thought she would have a hard time falling asleep that night, but she didn't know if it was the sleep-inducing effect of Lu Zhao's fragrance or the comforting presence of the person beside her. With her eyes closed as she pretended to be sleeping, she actually fell asleep after a while.

Not only did she fall asleep, but she also had a long-awaited dream.

In the dream, it seemed like a school, with many half-grown children. A slightly thinner girl was leaning against the railing, eagerly watching the few people and tall horses inside, her eyes full of longing, almost overflowing.