"Join me in one last bout of madness; tonight, let's pretend as if I truly became your bride."
When these words came from Qiao Bing's mouth, Lin Dong fell silent.
He nodded gently.
Then, with a flick of his right sleeve, all the flower petals began to revolve around Lin Dong and Qiao Bing under his control.
Subsequently, the countless petals formed a cocoon around them, enveloping Lin Dong and Qiao Bing within.
This cocoon, made entirely of petals, became a world unto itself, resembling a floral cocoon.
The area encompassed by the petal cocoon was vast, akin to a small room where the two could move around sufficiently.
Qiao Bing expressed her amazement, "Lin Dong, you're incredibly skilled to make these petals form an enclosed space."
"It's just... using such an atmosphere to conceive children, isn't that a bit, you know...?"
Lin Dong laughingly said: "In this way, not even the moonlight can see us."
