The Supporting Actress Made A Comeback

Chapter 1127 - 1129: A Wonderful Moment

Zhaozhu exclaimed in surprise, "So you were pretending to be drunk!"

"Shh..." Yu Siqiao stood up, heading towards the bed where Mo Shu lay, "Go get a basin of cool water, and have the kitchen prepare some hangover soup."

"Ah?" Zhaozhu felt a bit strange, looking at his spirited appearance, "But aren’t you not drunk?"

"Put on a full show," Mo Shu said, "Go on."

"Yes." Zhaozhu immediately went out.

This voice was soft, completely different from the usual cold and strict tone.

Yu Siqiao looked at her, but didn’t dare to get too close.

He had just returned from the wine table, and his body carried a strong scent.

Looking at his little wife in front of him, half-covered with the round fan, his gaze was intense, shifting from the exquisite and beautiful fan to her partially exposed snow-white forehead.

In the middle, a spot of vermilion was dotted, and above it, dark clouds of hair and a delicate, luxurious hair ornament.

The fiery red Xiapei was eye-catching, wrapping her already slender body and making her even more captivating.

’Knock knock’

Zhaozhu walked in with the water.

Yu Siqiao said, "You can leave now."

Zhaozhu nodded, "Yes."

Yu Siqiao wrung out the towel, wiped his face, then undid his belt and took off his coat.

Mo Shu watched his actions quietly, unconsciously associating his ordinary face with her real-life husband.

As she watched, suddenly the man paused and turned to look at her.

Mo Shu was slightly startled, meeting his gaze.

Their eyes met.

Both of their hearts seemed to be touched for a moment.

Yu Siqiao put down the towel, and walked towards her step by step.

Mo Shu inexplicably felt a bit nervous.

Clearly, in her mind, it was just a routine wedding ceremony, but why, as he approached, did her heart beat so... so fast.

Yu Siqiao stopped in front of her, suddenly asking, "Holding the fan, isn’t your hand tired?"

Mo Shu paused slightly.

Then, her hand was held.

After grasping her hand, he discreetly tightened his grip a bit.

Mo Shu looked up at him.

He was also looking down at her intently.

His eyes flickered with candlelight, dark yet extraordinarily bright.

Mo Shu wanted to withdraw her hand slightly, but this man showed no intention of letting go.

Gazing at her, he suddenly brought the hand holding the fan to his front.

Mo Shu instinctively held her breath for a few seconds, finally speaking, "What do you want to do?"

Yu Siqiao looked at her, leaned closer, and said, "We’ve gotten married today."

Mo Shu raised her eyebrows slightly, "And then?"

Yu Siqiao noticed the deliberate indifference in her eyes, and his careful caution finally relaxed a bit.

He bravely moved forward a few steps, abruptly grasping both of her hands, pressing her down onto the festive bed.

Mo Shu stared directly at him.

Yu Siqiao’s eyes glinted with amusement, "I’m a normal man."

Mo Shu suddenly chuckled softly, "So... what do you want to do?"

"What I want to do, can’t you guess?" Yu Siqiao braced one knee on the bed, slowly leaning down, "Is it okay?"

She looked at him and said softly, "Your face."

Yu Siqiao relaxed, and whispered, "Help me tear it off."

His palm slightly loosened her hand, indeed Mo Shu had already raised hers, reaching to touch the side of his face.