Chapter 459: Wedding Night in the Bridal Chamber [2]
Her face turned white and blue, her eyes filled with tears, and she vaguely felt that the people behind her had laughed at her thousands of times.
However, she still had no right to speak. She could only lie there motionless, and said to Zhongqing with great gratitude: "Thank you, Miss Zhong...Thank you, Miss Zhong..."
When Yi Jian heard Zhong Qing's arrangement, she wasn't angry at all. Yuxiang was hers and she could do whatever she wanted. As long as she was happy and chopped Yuxiang into pieces one by one, he wouldn't say anything.
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Yi Jian pulled Zhong Qing and turned around to leave.
Zhong Qing frowned and lowered her head, looking knowledgeable and sensible, not forgetting to say goodbye to the eldest lady.
"Madam... Zhongqing has to leave now..."
Before she could finish her words, Yi Jian pulled her hard, causing her to stumble and almost fall to the ground. Fortunately, Yi Jian had already stretched out his hand, grabbed her waist, and brought her in.
In one's own arms.
Zhongqing leaned on his shoulder and lowered her head slightly. How embarrassing it was to have so many people watching!
So, she wanted to break free from Yi Jian's arms. She felt Yi Jian's strength, holding her down and refusing to let her go away, but Zhongqing still couldn't help but force her way out.
Yi Jian's eyes seemed a little angry, but in the end, he sighed softly, hugged her, and got into the car.
As soon as she got into the car, Yi Jian stepped on the accelerator and quickly returned to her hometown.
After getting out of the car, Zhongqing followed Yi Jian. Just as he stepped into the house, Yi Jian stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. He stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek, then lowered his head and slowly
He kissed her lips.
Zhong Qing's body trembled slightly, and her lips moved slightly, but she did not move away, but rather catered to her.
The soft tongues are entangled with each other.
There was an indescribable excitement flowing from each other's tongues to their bodies.
He seemed to be aroused by her initiative. He raised her head slightly with his hand, inserted his fingers into her hair, and stroked it.
Zhong Qing just felt that her breath was filled with the smell of Yi Jian, and her consciousness began to drift into a trance.
She felt like she would drown in such a kiss.
However, she did not dodge, but held her clothes with both hands, bearing it like a child.
