Yan Liang took a beautifully tied gift box: "What is this?"
"I don't know, it's a wedding gift, please open it and take a look!"
Yanliang opened it in response, and she was shocked by the black-and-white photo that suddenly came into view. The box dropped from her hands, and Yanliang's legs became weak and she fell to the ground.
When Lin Zihua saw the blood on the woman's pupils in the black and white photo that had been maliciously smeared on her eyes, she couldn't help feeling nauseated and quickly threw the box away: "Who is so wicked..."
Yanliang's heart was beating very fast. She was getting married today, so someone sent a scary photo. Was it to remind her that a murderer didn't deserve happiness?
The door of the dressing room was pushed open, and the handsome Xia Tian, dressed in a tuxedo, poked his head in: "Are you ready? My beautiful bride?"
Yanliang sat on the ground in a daze, and Lin Zihua said first, "I wonder who is so boring and sent Yanliang..."
"Zi Hua!" Yan Liang suddenly interrupted her, stood up and walked towards Xia Tian, "I'm ready, you go down first."
Xia Tian held her hand and was surprised to find that her hand was cold. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand: "Don't be afraid. From today on, I will be by your side in everything."
"Yes." Yan Liang nodded and tried his best to smile.
After Xia Tian left, Lin Zihua walked up and asked, "Why didn't you tell him?"
"Do you want him to worry too?" Yan Liang looked at herself in the mirror absentmindedly. She had finally overcome her insomnia, but the nightmare was not over yet.
"Zi Hua, there is actually one thing that I have never told Xia Tian. I..."
After hearing what Yan Liang said, Lin Zihua was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "Are you serious? You didn't even see that man's face clearly?"
Touching Yan Liang's pale face, Lin Zihua hurriedly changed his words: "Don't worry, who in this age still has virginity control!"
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The complicated wedding was over, and at nightfall, Xia's mother dragged Yan Liang's hand into the bridal chamber.
At the door of the room, Xia's mother touched Yan Liang's head lovingly: "Have a good time with Xia Tian, and hurry up and give birth to a fat, white boy."
Xia Tian's mother is a traditional mother, with a slight preference for sons over daughters. Xia Tian took the three hundred thousand in the name of a betrothal gift, and did not tell her mother what happened in Yan Liang.
Yan Liang nodded: "Mom, I know."
After a while, Xia Tian also returned to the wedding room. He was drunk and his breath was heavy with alcohol.
Yan Liang sat on the wedding bed covered with a bright red quilt, watching him slowly walking towards her, and asked anxiously: "Xia Tian, do you love me?"
"Of course I love you, otherwise why would I marry you?"
Hearing such an answer, Yan Liang felt a little relieved. She felt that husband and wife should be honest with each other. She was about to tell him what happened in the imperial palace that night. The next moment, her body was pressed onto the bed by Xia Tian.
The festive red makes Yanliang's skin white as snow.
"Yan Liang, you are so beautiful."
Knowing what would happen next, Yan Liang closed her eyes hard, gritted her teeth tightly, and pulled the sheets hard with both hands.
Xia Tian unbuttoned her cheongsam, buried his head on her chest hungrily, kissed along the snow-white neck to her chest, and touched the hem of the cheongsam from thigh to leg with his big hands.
Just when he took off his pants and couldn't wait to rush in, Yan Liang suddenly sat up, covering his mouth and retching.