Although Arka loved those pervy things like eavesdropping, she still wasn't shameless enough to come ruin the mood on an occasion like this.
"I'm not going in. I'm here to deliver a gift. I know today's your wedding day, so I'm giving you a jar of wine. May you celebrate again on your hundredth anniversary, and may your love grow deeper year after year."
Xiaoqiang saw that Arka was holding a wine jar in her arms; it looked like it could hold at least three jin of wine.
"Thanks. Not coming in to sit for a bit?" Qian was being held and not allowed to get down, so she could only turn her head and extend a half-hearted invitation.
It wasn't that she didn't know how to be a good host, but she could feel the change in his body. If she really let someone in now, her poor little Qiang...
"No, I'm leaving." Once Arka completed her mission, she practically bolted. Her skin might be thick, but she still didn't dare stay—way too eye-searing.
