Wedding night.

Dressed in bright red, Ning Qian was dressed in a Chinese-style red wedding dress, sitting on the gorgeous marriage bed, and all she touched was the slightly cool rose petals.

The heating was on in the room, but the chill that came up from her feet was bone-crushing.

There was a thud.

The loud sound of the door opening startled the woman on the bed.

The hanging hands were unconscious, clasped the petals in the palms and crushed them, and looked up at the door.

It was as dark as ever, and her eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, but she couldn't see anything!

"Xiao Yan, is that you?"

Ning Qian said softly, but his body had already stood up from the bed, and he didn't dare to step forward hesitantly.

The close-fitting red cheongsam, coupled with the delicate makeup on her face, made her look a little less elegant than usual, and a little more intense and delicate.

"It's me!"

With a drunken answer, Xiao Yan leaned against the door panel, wearing a black suit with the neckline ajar, revealing her sexy and firm chest, and her cold gaze fell on her approaching figure.

There is no trace of joy, and the bottom of his eyes is cold and not half drunk.

"Are you drunk? ”

Looking for the smell of wine, Ning Qian cautiously walked to the door, and slowly groped in the air with his hands.

Her hand touched the man's arm, bringing a warm fragrance on the woman's body, Xiao Yan looked at Ning Qian in front of her, and her eyes became more and more secretive.

The warm palm took the initiative to grab the back of her hand, and the voice spread lazily: "I'm here." ”

Ning Qian had a happy smile on her face, I'm afraid I don't know how beautiful she is when she laughs like this.

"I'll help you to bed!"

Xiao Yan was very tall, Ning Qian couldn't reach his shoulder, Ning Qian helped him to the marriage bed, because she couldn't see it, her movements were very careful and difficult.

Xiao Yan seemed to have pressed his entire weight on her, and before she took two steps, Ning Qian was already out of breath.

As she walked to the bed, the man suddenly straightened up and pushed her away.

Ning Qian sat down on the ground in embarrassment, panic flashed on his face, he didn't care about the pain in his shoulder, and his hands eagerly groped on the ground: "Xiao Yan, how are you, have you fallen?"

The white and delicate cheeks are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them, and Ning Qian's voice is very soft, but it is like a cotton needle, piercing into a man's heart.

Xiao Yan's deep eyes stared at the embarrassed woman on the ground, and instantly palpitated.

How long had he been deceived by this face, this pitiful expression, how much he had been devoted to this man in those years, and how disgusted and resentful he was now.

"I'm fine, you get up!"

Xiao Yan stared at the woman on the ground, without a trace of waves on his face, and watched his rounded fingertips touch the fabric on his legs.

Ning Qian clutched the silky corners of his trousers, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, his rippling black pupils, revealing soft gentleness, carefully got up from the ground, and stretched out his hands to the side of the bed......

"Don't touch it. ”

The hands that stopped in the air trembled, Ning Qian froze in embarrassment, and heard Xiao Yan above his head say coldly: "You are not worthy!"

The house was full of festive red, stabbing the man who could see everything, and at this time, he was full of embarrassment.

She couldn't see it, but everything she liked was here, including the bed.

He dressed up these things with his heart, but it seemed that he was silently sarcastic about how ridiculous he was.

It was supposed to be a sweet wedding night, but at this time it exuded a fishy smell.

Ning Qian stepped back, held the corners of his bitter mouth, and smiled weakly: "I'm sorry, I can't see it!"