Chapter 4: The Sigma Groom
Su Moyu reached out and took the bouquet. She looked up at Bai Shuchuan, and he also looked at her, then smiled.
She froze again. Only now did she truly realize how serious the situation was.
She was really going to be taken away as Bai Shuchuan’s wife…
But what should she do next? She had just suddenly become like this and hadn’t even gotten used to it yet.
What else could she do? Take off the wedding dress and run away??
As she was thinking, she suddenly felt her foot being held. When she came back to her senses, she saw Bai Shuchuan kneeling on one knee, holding her foot.
From this angle, looking at him, her long wedding dress spread beneath her. The feeling of her ankle being touched made her feel very uncomfortable, sending a strange chill through her body.
Her feet looked soft and fair, her toes round and slightly pink.
Very pretty.
Bai Shuchuan had to admit they were pretty. But when he remembered Su Moyu hanging socks next to his underwear before… he couldn’t help but feel weird.
So he subconsciously held his breath.
Thinking of Su Moyu’s face… somehow made him feel like those feet smelled bad.
Who even came up with the idea that the groom has to put shoes on the bride?
Bai Shuchuan picked up a high heel, ready to put it on her.
As expected, after awkwardly helping her put on the shoes and standing up, everyone started cheering.
“Kiss! Kiss!” Zhou Ya took the lead shouting, and soon everyone joined in.
Su Moyu immediately panicked. She was really afraid that Bai Shuchuan might actually kiss her.
So she quickly stood up, but the high heels made her lose balance, and she fell straight into Bai Shuchuan’s arms…
Bai Shuchuan instinctively raised his hands in front of him. When she fell into him, his hand naturally touched something soft.
Seeing this, people nearby quickly moved forward to help. Luckily, Bai Shuchuan stood firm, so she didn’t fall flat on her face.
Su Moyu quickly steadied herself. Bai Shuchuan quietly pulled his hand back from her chest. That strange feeling spread through her body again, making her feel uneasy.
Oh no… he really touched it.
She swallowed nervously. Right now, her impression of this world’s Bai Shuchuan was very bad.
“Do it later… do it later,” Su Moyu said with a red face, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Hearing this, Bai Shuchuan looked down at her. Unfortunately, with their height difference, he could only see her veil.
He really hoped they wouldn’t actually have to kiss later.
“Aww, why so shy? You don’t even want to kiss?” Qiu He teased. “Sometimes I really don’t understand how you two even got together.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Su Moyu rolled her eyes inside.
She also wanted to know why she ended up as Bai Shuchuan’s bride in this world!!
Luckily, Bai Shuchuan didn’t make any further moves. Of course, Su Moyu silently prayed that he wouldn’t expect her to actually kiss him later.
How could a guy possibly kiss his own buddy with that face?
Su Moyu couldn’t help imagining it, and immediately felt a chill all over again.
“Alright, alright, time to go,” Li Bowen reminded them, finally getting the confused group moving again.
Before Su Moyu could relax, Bai Shuchuan beside her suddenly stepped away with his long legs. The high heels on her feet betrayed her again. She let out a small cry, attracting everyone’s attention, and wobbled like a snake dancing to music.
Sadly, she still couldn’t keep her balance and fell to the ground.
With a “thud,” her beautiful wedding dress spread out as she fell. Everyone fell silent, including the groom, who looked a bit shocked.
Su Moyu felt a sharp pain from her ankle, and then Bai Shuchuan helped her up from the ground.
A sudden wave of anger rose in her heart. Looking at Bai Shuchuan’s calm face, she almost cursed out loud.
Luckily, she still had some self-control.
Seriously, she was leaning just fine, why did this idiot suddenly walk away?
Great, this version of Bai Shuchuan is not only dense and a bit perverted, but also seems to have some problems with his brain.
What kind of groom treats his bride like this? It’s not like she even asked him to be especially caring.
Su Moyu frowned and looked down at her right foot. Her ankle was already swelling.
“Are you okay… Susu?” Zhou Ya asked worriedly as she came closer.
That made Su Moyu feel a bit warm inside.
No matter what, her ex-girlfriend was still better than Bai Shuchuan…
She almost wanted to cry.
“Looks like you twisted your ankle,” Qu Xintong said. “Susu, how could you be so careless…”
Even though she was in pain, being surrounded by so many girls made Su Moyu feel strangely excited.
“Just take off the shoes,” Bai Shuchuan said.
Su Moyu almost laughed in anger.
Amazing. As expected of Bai Shuchuan, she was truly impressed.
After briefly dealing with her swollen ankle, everyone suggested that Bai Shuchuan carry her downstairs.
Su Moyu lay in Bai Shuchuan’s arms in a princess carry. One of his hands held her under her arms, almost touching something sensitive.
But what could she do now? At least his hand stayed in place.
She could smell a faint scent from him. It was her first time seeing Bai Shuchuan from this angle…
Being carried like this by her “bro” really felt kind of awkward.
Thankfully, in this world, Bai Shuchuan had always known Su Moyu as a girl.
Su Moyu looked up at him, carefully observing his face. Honestly, he was quite handsome. If he knew how to flirt a bit, he could probably be very popular with girls.
Bai Shuchuan silently sighed. Luckily, Su Moyu’s body was light and small, so carrying her wasn’t difficult.
This version of Su Moyu was really clumsy. She couldn’t even walk in high heels and kept falling toward him.
He already had a bad feeling that if this wedding continued, he would suffer a lot.
A soft feeling came from his hands. He could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her body.
In his mind, Bai Shuchuan once again saw the image of Su Moyu’s injured face from before. He looked down at the bride in his arms, but happened to meet her eyes.
They both quickly looked away.
The Su Moyu he remembered still didn’t match the delicate, pretty girl in his arms.
His feelings were complicated. Just before, that guy had joked about becoming a beautiful girl. And now, the Su Moyu in his arms really was a soft, delicate girl.
He truly felt a bit saddened by Su Moyu’s death, yet there was also a faint, almost ethereal sense of comfort, like an unreal softness pressing against his palm, that soothed his grief.