As soon as Lan Yanshu left the bathroom, he saw his newlywed wife frowning in front of the dressing table and was stunned. He immediately walked over and asked with concern. "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
His face suddenly approached her, and her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she replied in panic: "No, no, I'm not feeling uncomfortable."
He was silent for a moment, reached out and stroked her slightly frowning eyebrows. He could probably guess why she was stunned, but he deliberately did not point out: "Sorry... let you face so many trivial matters alone."
"No, I didn't actually help."
In fact, the elders were worried about this wedding. She did nothing, just wait to put on her wedding dress.[
He smiled, took the bottle in her hand and put it on the dressing table, stroked her red cheeks, bent down and gently fell on her lips, "After tossing for a day, you are tired, take a break as soon as possible,
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"Lan" She suddenly reached out to hold him, and called him accustomed to his husband. Suddenly, she changed her words when she thought of his insistence in the hospital that day. "Yan Shu..."
"Uh?" He raised his eyebrows and covered her with his backhand.
She hesitated for a while before she said it. "Today was originally your wedding with Wenxia..."
He looked directly at her, and a long silence was heard, but he asked her, "Do you think I will get married with Wenxia?"
After speaking, he let go of her hand and threw himself directly onto the bed, pulling the quilt over his head.