Long Quyuan originally wanted to say that if she didn't like this, she could take care of it again according to what she liked.

When she married him, she naturally wanted to leave the deepest impression on her.

When her soul merges with her twenty-year-old body, her love for herself can replace her love for thanks.

This is Long Quyuan's biggest purpose.

So, Xiao Huan'er, the more you love this seat, the better.

Yuan Changhuan clasped Long Quyuan's arm and approached him obediently, "That's it." ”

"It turns out that Xiao Huan'er is so eager to marry this seat." Long Quyuan whispered in her ear, smiling beautifully and wantonly.

With this full of crimson joy, Yuan Changhuan raised his head and looked into Long Quyuan's eyes.

"yes."

The red lips are lightly opened, and the words are light and sincere.

It made Long Quyuan rarely stunned, but she didn't expect that she would say her thoughts so calmly, Long Quyuan was inexplicably moved, and only after a long time did he reply in a low voice, "Worship the church." ”

There is no high hall, only heaven and earth, worship.

Soon, it was done.

Yuan Changhuan passed through the bead curtain of the phoenix crown, his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and his smile was vivid, "Husband......"

She smiled beautifully, with red lips and snow skin, and she was charming.

For a moment, Long Quyuan seemed to see the twenty-year-old Yuan Changhuan, who was naturally demonic and unmatched.

Taking a step forward, Yuan Changhuan took the initiative to hug his shoulders and looked at him on tiptoe, "Husband? ”

The red lips were lightly opened again, and the salutation shouted made Long Quyuan's heart ripple.

I thought that I had already stopped my heart, but the more I came into contact with Yuan Changhuan, the more I found that he was also a normal man, even though he grew up in Tongtian Pavilion since he was a child, and learned the art of escaping heaven and earth, he had all the emotions he should have.

It's just that no one has let him experience it before.

As soon as he lowered his head, Long Quyuan closed his eyes, leaned over to the ruddy lip flap, tossing and turning.

He had never kissed a woman, and when he first met, his thin lips even trembled a little, when had he ever been so nervous?

I'm afraid he's most nervous at this time.

Yuan Changhuan had the illusion that she was about to disappear, no matter how Long Quyuan comforted her, she still felt that she did not belong to this world and would disappear soon, this feeling made her panic at the same time, she wanted to leave something behind.

When he pressed down, he hugged Long Quyuan's shoulders and gasped softly, "Do you want a cave room?" ”

"Yes."

Long Quyuan's throat moved.

Sleeves wave.

The next moment, they landed on a bed of soft petals, red and soft petals, exuding the sweet fragrance of fresh petals, but what lingered on the tip of Long Quyuan's nose was only the fragrance of Yuan Changhuan's body.

The slender fingers slowly untied the phoenix crown for her.

Like a waterfall with long hair, pouring down, falling on the shoulder, it is beautiful.

The crimson wedding dress, black hair, and snow-white skin fell under Long Quyuan's eyes, becoming the most beautiful picture, so beautiful that he couldn't forget every detail for the rest of his life.

Yuan Changhuan leaned on the crook of his arm, buried his delicate face in his neck, and Long Quyuan stroked her hair, along the back ridge, more and more forward, and finally landed on her waist.

Unfastened the thin belt with one hand.

Under the petal bed, red fabrics fell, Long Quyuan suppressed the red color under his eyes, and his breath was unstable, "Xiao Huan'er, who am I?" ”

Yuan Changhuan was pressed on the bed by him, and his snow skin was as bright as a halo.