The red wedding dress is still six-layered, and Zhai Xiying gently waits for Youruo to wear, and layers of clothes wrap Youruo's delicate body. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update

The bright red wedding dress made the white skin more beautiful, and the beautiful eyes looked at Zhai Xiying shyly, and the fire in Zhai Xiying's heart burned by the burning gaze became more and more vigorous.

There is also a belt, a long belt held by Zhai Xiying in both palms, which is obviously just a very ordinary red belt, but it was beaten into a beautiful bow by Zhai Xiying and buckled on Youruo's waist.

"It's beautiful." Zhai Xiying looked at Youruo who had finished dressing with satisfaction, and was shocked by the green silk that was scattered on Yuruo's head.

took Youruo's little hand and led Youruo to the dresser, which was full of jewelry. Hairpins, hairpins, phoenix crowns, necklaces, everything.

Youruo let Zhai Xiying choose accessories for her, a simple silver hairpin, and Zhai Xiying skillfully coiled her head full of black hair.

"You still have curly hair?" looked at Zhai Xiying, who was also in the mirror, in surprise.

Zhai Xiying raised her eyes to look at the beauty in the mirror, the corners of her mouth hooked a faint smile, and continued to tie her hair.

After the phoenix crown was put on by Zhai Xiying, looking at herself in the mirror, it was hard to imagine that Zhai Xiying had a pair of skillful hands comparable to a woman.

"Turn around and give you a thrush." Zhai Xiying picked up the green daisy on the table, and really planned to give Youruo eyebrows.

Youruo frowned lightly and looked at Zhai Xiying suspiciously. Not only does he have curly hair, but he also has thrushes? broke Youruo's understanding of Zhai Xiying.

"I've practiced it many times on paper." Zhai Xiying propped one foot on the ground, half-kneeling and squatting in front of Youruo, looking at each other at the same end.

"You can also draw?" If you laugh, the deep dimples are embedded in the cheeks, and the beautiful eyes are bent into crescents. It's bright and moving, and it makes people want to come forward and take a peck.

Zhai Xiying was not happy to make fun of Youruo, leaned close to her head, and her thin lips fell a kiss on Youruo's red lips, not daring to bite her lips.

Youruo immediately remembered the portraits on both sides of the church, and when she saw it, because of the tension of the church marriage, she ignored the portraits with her as the main body.

Hearing Zhai Xiying say this, could it be that the portraits hanging on the wall are all from Zhai Xiying's hands? "Zhai Xiying, the paintings outside are all painted by you?"

"It's called Xianggong." Zhai Xiying kissed Youruo's lips again, licked it a few times, and then let go.

kissed the little woman punitively, and the green daisy in Zhai Xiying's hand delicately outlined the faint willow eyebrows.

In the end, she also gave Youruo lipstick, just by painting her eyebrows and deepening the color of her lips, she had already dazzled Zhai Xiying's eyes.

"Put on a red hijab." The little woman is too beautiful, and Zhai Xiying is reluctant to share.

Gently covered the red hijab, as if there was only a piece of red left in front of her, the red dazzling, made her want to cry, but she was as sweet as a honey pot.

"I'll give you to me." Zhai Xiying took Youruo's hand and pulled her up from the small stool.

The two newlyweds stayed in the private room for almost an hour, but the spectators outside the church had not yet dispersed.

The bride and groom reappeared in front of everyone, and the bride had changed into a red wedding dress.

Although the red hijab covers the bride's face, it cannot hide the bride's delicate figure.

Every step the bride takes, it seems to be able to arouse the focus of the eyes on her, the cool breeze blows, the red hijab swings her head slightly, how I hope that the red hijab can be blown away, and see the bride's stunning appearance again.

"Get up!" Until the bride was put into the wedding sedan chair by the groom, the wedding sedan chair slowly moved away, ready to go down the mountain.

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