He was very vague about things that happened five hundred years ago, but he remembered certain things very clearly, such as cooking, dancing... Well, out of a woman's petty mind, she admitted that she was a little jealous.
Dongfang Xing frowned, unexpectedly. A vague image of beauty flashed in his mind, but he couldn't remember her appearance.
His body suddenly stiffened. This figure appeared in his mind twice, the first time when he was cooking for her.
Xiahou Huan'er felt that his body was tense, looked up at him, and found a trace of confusion in his deep eyes.
She asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"
Dongfang Xing shook his head, reached out to lift her chin, bowed his head and kissed her forehead gently.
Hey, do you want to change the subject?
Xiahou Huan'er reached out to cover his mouth and pouted: "You haven't told me the answer yet."
He immediately pecked her palm.
"Hey, how could you..." Xiahou Huan'er's face turned red and she quickly retracted her hand.
Before she could finish her words, he eagerly lowered his head and grabbed her mouth, kissing her hard and hard.
He couldn't tell her what was in his mind. He could only use this method to kiss her until she was dizzy so that she could no longer remember what she wanted to ask.
This kiss lasted for a long time.
Although Xiahou Huan'er was so kissed by him that she didn't know which palace she had flown to, but in the confusion, she still felt that he was hiding something from her.
But since he doesn't want to tell her now, she won't press him for the time being. The days are long, and one day, she will dig out the secrets in his heart.
Dongfang Xing pecked and kissed her slightly red and swollen lips with unfinished intentions, feeling the lingering breath of each other.
His palms stroked her back again and again.
The deep voice revealed a hint of teasing and asked: "You're going to put on your wedding dress so soon, and you can't wait to marry me?"
Xiahou Huan'er lay lazily in his arms and said lazily: "Yes, I want to marry you today. Do you want to marry me or not?"
"I'll marry you!" He answered without any hesitation, so firmly and shockingly.
"In that case..." A mysterious smile appeared on Xiahou Huan'er's face, she raised her palm and snapped her fingers.
The jazz music reverberating in the air suddenly turned into a wedding march, and the fragrance of flowers floated in the air, just like a goddess scattering flowers, and the sky was filled with delicate flowers.
Outside the door, a group of loyal subordinates and friends such as Wild Rose, Su Qi, Love, Quan Bupo, and Si Chen came in pushing elaborate wedding cakes and champagne.
"This..." Dongfang Xing looked at the scene in front of him. If zombies couldn't dream, he would have thought he was dreaming.
Xiahou Huan'er smiled sweetly and slipped out of his arms.
"King, please change." Wan Bupo came to the groom holding the groom's dress, with a blessing smile on his gentle handsome face.
"Master, let me help you." Su Qi immediately stepped forward, took off his coat, and then put the dress directly on him.
The groom's attire made him look taller, taller, handsome, and yet domineering.
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and stroked her chin, and admired in fascination: "My man is so handsome, and he looks so domineering in his formal dress. He is like no one before or since."
The corners of Wild Rose's mouth twitched, a little sour: "The man in your family is the best."
