Gu Weiwei looked down and could see his shoes, black uppers, embroidered with blue embroidery thread and moire. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The familiar pattern made Gu Weiwei's heart settle down for a while, and she raised her head slightly, waiting for Qi Mingrui to remove her hijab.

Yu Ruyi had already lifted the corner of her hijab, and Gu Weiwei held her breath slightly, waiting for his next thing.

Although Qi Mingrui's heart was hesitant, the reality no longer allowed him to stop. The hijab has been lifted.

A delicate face was completely imprinted in his eyes, and for a moment it almost reunited with his dream.

Qi Mingrui breathed a little, but in his dream, no matter how he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but in reality, he could see this beautiful face clearly.

In the swaying of the yellow candle flame, the skin is more and more moist and fair, the eyes full of autumn water, the small nose, and the red lips that are still waiting to be picked like flowers.

Qi Mingrui didn't know if he was relieved or what?

His wife is not as ugly as he imagined, or ordinary, but as beautiful as a flower.

It's a bit of a surprise, but it doesn't matter.

If you can't marry the husband he likes, it doesn't matter who it is or what.

Gu Weiwei observed his reaction, and saw that he didn't react much, and she was happy and happy.

was not amazed by his bride, which was really unhappy for the bride who had been dressed up for a long time.

But I'm glad that he's not a man who is easily deceived by beauty.

Out of revenge, Gu Weiwei deliberately made that delicate and contrived voice, "Husband, let's rest in peace!" ”

The voice was delicate, and it was about to make the man's bones soft.

Qi Mingrui sat beside Gu Weiwei, his broad palm pressing her shoulders little by little, pressing her down on the soft bed.

Gu Weiwei was dumbfounded for a moment, why was she in such a hurry, the ornaments on her head hadn't been removed yet?

Qi Mingrui buried his head in her neck, and his hot and alcoholic breath sprayed on her neck, stimulating her sensitive skin.

Gu Weiwei also became nervous, the boy leaned very close to her, the breath of a teenager and a man on his body mixed with the rich aroma of wine made Gu Weiwei's body soft, and her eyes looked at the red bed curtain with water vapor.

She could already feel his hand fumbling around the tie around her waist, the hot heat of his palm making her a little confused through the fabric.

Gu Weiwei bit her lip and secretly endured it. The man's body was half-pressed against her, suppressing her right arm.

The temperature on the bed was gradually rising, and Gu Weiwei's consciousness slowly dispersed.

Qi Mingrui raised his head from Gu Weiwei's neck and shoulders, his lips seemed to be attached to her skin, and his breath sprinkled all the way to the side of her neck, side of her face, and finally stopped behind her ears.

Gu Weiwei could feel Qi Mingrui's lips very close to her ear, and the hot breath was rising and falling there.

Gu Weiwei felt that her ears were hot, as if there was a heart, beating and undulating breathing, and the warm blood in her whole body began to flow from there.

She waited for a while, but Qi Mingrui was no longer moving. The palm that was still at her waist rested there.

Gu Weiwei reacted slowly and turned her face to look at him, and found that he had closed his eyes at this time, and his breathing was even.

Gu Weiwei stared at the two ruddy balls on his face, and the smell of alcohol entered his nose, this is drunk!?

Asleep!?

She couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and she was relieved for a while and had a faint sense of loss.

I don't know if such and such things have happened? Or is it better not to happen?