Chapter 1448: Trying on the Wedding Dress with Love 【15】
Love and Love Trial Wedding Dress [15]
Yun Han smiled and looked at the sky speechlessly, Di Shajie continued to chuckle and said:
“What’s the best thing about the ceiling?”
He turned her face back and asked her to look at him.
Yun Hanxiao half-pushed and half-wrinkled and changed into a cheongsam in front of the man. The fabric was red very red and looked like a fire.[
The heating in the bedroom was already in place, but Di Shajie was burned by the fire in front of him and felt a little hot.
Yun Hanxiao felt that his waist was a little tight, and there was no way, and the piece of flesh in his belly grew any longer.
The puffy skirt of the British dress can also cover up.
I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about cheongsam.
The nine buckles on the cheongsam are slanted from the collarbone to the armpit, which is a bit complicated.
Yun Han smiled and buckled it, and the man's scorching eyes disturbed her.
Her hands were not messy, her movements were slow, and her breathing was light.
The hand that was buttoned was held down by him without warning.
Looking up, he saw that there was also a fire in his eyes:
"I want to tear this outfit."
Yun smiled,
"I like this dress very much. I'm afraid it's a troublesome to re-made cheongsam."
Looking at the totems carefully embroidered on it, how could this full embroidery be completed in less than a year?
It’s too wasteful to not be able to do anything to Di Shajie!
Di Shajie thought about it—this is reasonable—
He resisted the desire to destroy, and only unbuttoned all the buckles she had finally put on, and put his hand in.
Yun Hanxiao wanted to grab his evil hand and hold on tightly...
He avoided it cunningly, instead clenched her disobedient hands.
Originally, the delicate fingertips were finely grinding on Yun Hanxia's chest and being replaced by the rubbing of his palms.[
Yun Hanxiao's breathing rhythm was disrupted, and the extremely fitted cheongsam on her chest was outlined with dazzling and full curves, which continued to rise and fall with her breathing.
Di Shajie turned his head and saw their shadows falling on the wall. It was a pair of pleasing silhouettes.
Di Shajie laughed silently, lowered his head, and wanted to kiss the back of her neck.
Yun Han smiled and shook his shoulders, still fighting...