She was the princess he had just married, and she did this to her husband. Wasn't she afraid that she would not be happy in the future?
Jin Tongtong's next behavior quickly helped Xuanyuan Hong's inner doubts be perfectly answered.
Go ahead and kick him hard.
The target actually still affects her for the rest of her life.
He quickly moved forward, grabbed the murder weapon he had already aimed at, held it up with both hands, and smashed it hard at Xuanyuan Hong, who was holding his treasure and had no room to fight back.
Hands down!
Bottle broken!
Blood starts!
Seeing Xuanyuan Hong fall limply to the ground, Jintongtong clapped his hands disdainfully and snorted coldly, "It seems that the saying that life is determined at the age of three is really true. I was a fool when I was a child, and I am still the same now!"
The coolness on his chest reminded Jintongtong that he was still naked.
His eyes quickly searched the room.
After a long while, I finally sighed resignedly.
This room is really a new house. There is nothing in it. The only set of clothes is the dress that Xuanyuan Hong probably asked his servants to prepare early in the morning.
After hesitating for a moment, Jintongtong resignedly walked to the table, grabbed the skirt and put it on.
Wearing a skirt is always better than going bare-chested.
As soon as they changed, Jin Tongtong strode towards Xuanyuan Hong who was lying on the ground, kicked him countless times angrily, gritted his teeth and roared: "Take advantage of me, you are seeking death!"
After finishing all this, Jintongtong bent down and grabbed a broken porcelain bottle, and neatly cut the skirt that was sweeping the floor a lot shorter.
Satisfied, he kicked Xuanyuan Hong, who was still unconscious, hard again, looked around, then raised his foot and crossed Xuanyuan Hong's body towards the wedding bed which was laid out with joy.
Lie down on the bed and take a deep breath to rest.
She glanced at the fan on the ground who followed her and was brutally attacked shortly after. She raised her hand somewhat resignedly and used her sleeve as a fan to fan her face wildly.
Hitting someone with your hands is really a strenuous job.
Staring at Xuanyuan Hong on the ground, he began to think about the possible consequences of waiting.