Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Finally, Yu Qingyou sat on the bed, waiting for Zhang Dingtian to come over.

He was sitting there, and then he collapsed.

Since Zhang Dingtian hasn't arrived yet, she might as well take a nap first and get up when he arrives.

Getting married is physically demanding. I barely slept last night, busy all night, and now I have to sit here like this.

In other places, she could probably manage to put on a brave face.

But after all, it's in bed, and a bed is a place for sleeping.

Before she knew it, Yu Qingyou had fallen asleep.

Zhang Dingtian walked in reeking of alcohol and looked at Yu Qingyou, who was lying on the bed, slumped over.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Originally, I wanted Yu Qingyou to just sleep like that, but in the blink of an eye, I saw that the two of them hadn't drunk the nuptial wine on the table yet.

He walked up to Yu Qingyou, reached out and patted her face.

"Hey brat, what are you doing?!"

Yu Qingyou opened her blurry eyes and immediately saw Zhang Dingtian's arrogant face.

Why do I say that?

Some people, although they are very handsome and have long legs, exude a silent arrogance.

What did you call me?!

Upon hearing her say that, Zhang Dingtian immediately reached out and forcefully pulled her cheek.

Yu Qingyou's face immediately became distorted, torn beyond recognition.

"It hurts."

Yu Qingyou reached out and slapped away his mischievous hand, then rubbed her own cheek.

It really hurt when he pinched me like that.

"What did you call me?"

Zhang Dingtian knelt on one knee beside her. She was still lying down, and his posture gave him a completely superior air.

His narrow eyes shone like stars, but a wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Young Marshal!"

Despite being overwhelmed by his imposing aura, Yu Qingyou couldn't help but utter those two words.

"good!"

Zhang Dingtian's smile deepened, even extending into his eyes.

"Come on, sit up."

He stepped aside, then reached out and helped Yu Qingyou up.

Zhang Dingtian strode over to the table, holding two glasses of wine, and then returned to the bedside.

"Here!"

Zhang Dingtian handed her the wine.

Yu Qingyou raised the cup, tilted her head back, and drank it down.

Then you casually glanced at Zhang Dingtian.

"Good drink!"

Zhang Dingtian praised her without any expression.

"But Madam, this is a nuptial cup."

Zhang Dingtian went back and retrieved the wine pot.

Drinking from the same cup...

Hearing Zhang Dingtian say that, Yu Qingyou felt like her head had been caught in a door.

"Cough cough cough-"

She covered her embarrassment with a dry cough before presenting the wine glass to Zhang Dingtian.

"Pour wine!"

Zhang Dingtian raised an eyebrow. As a young marshal, he had never served anyone before.

But looking at her... she just drank a glass of wine, and her face is already flushed again.

It looks incredibly beautiful, like a peony shrouded in mist.

He poured her another glass of wine, and their arms became intertwined.

Even the most ordinary gaze became tender and lingering at this moment.

After finishing his drink, Zhang Dingtian took the wine cup and wine pot and placed them on the table to the side.

Yu Qingyou got off the bed, walked to the dressing table, took off all the things she was wearing on her head, and let her hair down.