William Foster shook his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Someone like me, who would chase after me? I want to set it as my phone’s screensaver so I can see you every time I unlock it."
His eyes were full of affection and reliance for Clara Bennett.
Clara smiled and patted his hand playfully: "Sure, if someone bullies you in the future, just show them this photo and tell them, ’This is my wife, she’s very powerful, so don’t cause trouble.’
Her words were full of confidence and determination, as if she was backing him up.
William couldn’t help but burst out laughing, his laughter full of warmth and joy: "Don’t forget, you’re going to be an actress! When you become a movie queen, others will probably mock me, a blind cripple daring to call a movie queen his wife? Truly daydreaming."
He intentionally shrugged exaggeratedly, displaying a look of innocence.
Clara looked at her dashing husband, really wanting to leave him with the most beautiful memories tonight, so she followed his words: "Then have them make a video call to verify personally."
Her eyes showed full of love, hoping to prove with her actions that his trust in her was worthwhile.
William whispered: "Little wife, you’re so wonderful."
His voice was low and warm, full of gratitude to her.
Even knowing these were just jokes, William still felt extremely warm.
He knew she always cared for him, which brought him unprecedented happiness.
Thinking of the word "pampering," William felt a sense of unfamiliarity rising in his heart.
This word was very distant to him; he had neither been pampered nor pampered anyone through his life.
But after meeting Clara, everything changed.
Always feeling that she sincerely cherished and indulged him, filling his life with warmth and sweetness.
In the eyes of others, he was as intimidating as a walking Lord Yama, but who knew he would fall because of someone’s affection?
His uncles always thought his act of being blind and crippled was nonsense, but only he knew what he truly longed for.
That was the unique care from Clara.
Clara’s voice, clear with a hint of laughter, sounded: "In ancient weddings, they drink from the same goblet, should we try it too?"
Her proposal was full of novelty and expectation, as if she wanted to add another passionate color to this relationship.
William swallowed, his voice trembling: "Since it’s a tradition, we should go through the motions."
Clara smiled lightly, slowly rising from the chair, gracefully moving toward the wine rack, picking two exquisite glasses prepared earlier, and filling them with wine.
Then she returned to the table, handed a cup to William, and gently held his arm.
In a harmonious atmosphere, they toasted, drinking together the symbolic wine entwining their future lives closely and inseparably.
The wine slowly slid down their throats, warming their chests, seemingly merging their fates completely.
From this moment, whether joy or sorrow, they were like the pair of cups in their hands, inseparable.
As the last drop of wine was swallowed, Clara stood up, walked to the elegantly decorated vanity nearby, gently removed her phoenix crown, carefully placing it aside, and then peeled off the heavy and ornate outer layer of her wedding gown.
Seeing this, William hurriedly asked: "Little wife, are you undressing now?"
Clara slightly turned her head at his words, with a playful smile: "Yes, this dress may look beautiful, but it’s terribly cumbersome and complex, really troublesome to wear."
Upon hearing this, William smiled gently, warm and filled with affection: "On this special night of our wedding, the bride’s attire should indeed be personally untied by the husband."
After speaking, he even paused to seemingly gather courage.
Clara couldn’t help but turn her eyes, curious and teasing, "Do you really want to help me take it off?"
William resolutely nodded in response.
"I’m truly surprised," Clara chuckled, "you are so direct and without a hint of embarrassment. If I were to do the same, I’d probably be embarrassed by now."
William very seriously and reasonably explained: "First, don’t forget, at this moment I can’t see. Second, you’re my wife now, for you doing these, there’s no reason to feel shy. However, it’s rather you, why not let me help you solve these difficulties?"
Then he added, "You know I’ve always been very serious about taking little advantages. Otherwise, why would I have gone to such lengths pretending to be blind? If I didn’t make these preparations, wouldn’t it be for nothing?"
Hearing these words, sometimes Clara even felt that this William Foster was really someone to take a fresh look at.
It’s said that men remain childlike at heart regardless of age, maintaining simplicity and straightforwardness in some aspects.
On the surface, William always appeared mature and stable, calm and collected, but deep down, he sheltered a free-spirited, innocent big boy.
This personality could probably only be expressed during his youth.
Clara stood up, tone calm yet somewhat determined: "Since you want to untie them, give it a try. Anyway, tonight I’m sure I’ll help you undress."
Saying this, she casually turned off the lights in the room.
William was stunned, momentarily speechless.
Though William wasn’t blind, he had a serious defect, night blindness.
Once the lights were off, he couldn’t see anything at all.
Suddenly, William felt like his efforts were futile, the original good mood vanished completely.
He had intended to undress her, but it turned into dressing in darkness.
Clara of course didn’t know this; her actions were only to allow herself to feel slightly relaxed at this moment.
For William’s inability to see during lights-out relieved her from some embarrassment, although keeping the lights on still made Clara feel unnatural with tension.
After extinguishing all light, Clara lightly walked to William’s side, laughingly suggested: "Why don’t we be fair? You take off one of my clothes, and I’ll take one off of yours, what do you say?"
Facing such a proposal, William could only sigh helplessly.