Chapter 2: The Bridegroom Changes Hands on Wedding Night 2

The sunset penetrated the thick curtains, and the blood was as bleak as blood, and this day was about to pass again.

Qiao Mai slowly opened his eyes, but felt a cracked headache. It was a nightmare, and this night seemed to have a very long dream, and my whole body was sore.

Struggling all night, running all night.

Is it all like this on the night of the newlywed's cave room? She was confused and saw the man lying beside her. At this time, her head was still leaning on his shoulder socket, with a kind of nostalgia for the newlywed. For the first time in her life, she lay in a man's shoulder socket and slept all night.

She got married.

Married to this man.

In the future, as soon as you open your eyes every day, you will inevitably see him first.

I couldn't help but blush on my face before I remembered that this was my husband, that it was my wedding night—wait, husband!

Party.

That elegant and handsome face.

I can't imagine how crazy he was last night.

No wonder, he said, insisted on saving the best for the wedding night.

By this time, she could see the face of the man next to her—oh my!

It's not Jiang and his party.

No.

It's a stranger.

I didn't know him at all.

Her pupils almost dilated.

Messy underground—torn skirts, one's own civilian clothes, men's clothes...... Messed up together...... And he is empty.

Just like that man.

He was also naked.

Especially, his strong arms, at this time, still hugged her, so gently let her head rest in his arms.

Even if she turned sideways slightly, he didn't allow it, and still hugged her so domineeringly......

She smacked herself on the head, wondering if it was a dream last night or if it was a dream now.

Hurt.

This blow was too hard.

She snorted in pain.

That muffled snort woke up the man, perhaps, he had already woken up, opened his eyes, glanced at the woman in his arms in a daze, and squeezed his eyes at her: "Hi, wheat, good morning......"

She was dumbfounded.

This is not a dream.

It's true.

She opened her mouth wide to say something, but her throat was dry and astringent, and she could say anything.

She was just about to turn over, but he hugged her tightly, and before she could speak, he had already pressed her up and kissed her very gently.

She was so shocked that she completely forgot to resist, and her eyes were wide and wide, looking at the stranger in disbelief.

Yes, it's this stranger kissing himself.

And so gentle, naturally, domineering—not at all ashamed, as if he were really her new husband......

All her sanity was awakened, and she pushed him away with a ferocious hand, jumped out of bed, found a random piece of clothing to put on, rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife across her chest, and dialed 110 without thinking......

When she did this, the man had been leaning idly on the head of the bed and looking at her, without the slightest flustery in his eyes, like a cat admiring a little mouse trying to struggle.

Qiao Mai held the kitchen knife tightly, and his voice trembled: "You...... Who are you? Who are you?"

He casually picked up the white shirt next to him and draped it on his body, his arms and chest were incredibly strong, but his face was unusually handsome and delicate, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes with a narrow smile, which was even more fascinating. But this qiē looked in Qiao Mai's eyes, and he was even more frightened: "You...... Who the hell are you? How did you get in?"