Xiahou Huan'er was so angry that he was so angry: "You are such a pervert, how can the bride not come out to meet someone on the wedding day?"
"You are mine, and I don't like others staring at you." Thinking of how many greedy male eyes would follow her on her wedding day, he had the urge to dig out their eyes.
Xiahou Huan'er rolled her eyes and glared at him: "This is not allowed, that is not allowed, I won't get married."
"No, I have to get married." We have already come to this point, and there is no way to regret the marriage.
Dongfang Xing swept the wedding magazine aside, then turned over and pressed on top of her, looking down at her.
"If you don't let me wear the wedding dress I personally selected, I won't get married." Xiahou Huan'er also became stubborn with him.
"Want to make trouble with me? Hmm..." Dongfang Xing's final voice was long, and a dangerous coldness flashed in his deep and cold eyes.
Xiahou Huan'er was terribly aggrieved: "Who wants to fool around with you? This is just once in my life. If you don't let me dress nicely, I will completely protest."
"Who said you have to reveal too much to be beautiful? I think you are the most beautiful no matter what you wear." This sentence was the true words from the bottom of Mr. Xing's heart, and he felt that no one could compare with his wife.
"That's just your feeling. I don't care. I'm going to wear a low-cut wedding dress." Xia Houhuan'er turned her face to the side, completely at odds with him.
Master Xing stretched out his hand to turn her face, squinted his eyes, and stared at her breasts with critical eyes. He covered them with his thick palms and said with shock: "You have such a small amount of flesh, but you also want to wear low-cut clothes."
Wedding dress?”
Xiahou Huan'er's mind suddenly roared, and her eyes almost popped out of her head as she stared at his hands that were carelessly touching her body.
He gritted his teeth and growled: "Dongfang Xing, do you dislike my small breasts?" You are so disgusted with them that you squeeze them so happily?
There was an evil hook on Dongfang Xing's lips: "It would be better if it could be bigger." Dongfang Xing's eyes darkened instantly, a little evil.
"Let go, damn, you don't like my small breasts, right? If you have the guts, don't touch me."
It makes no sense to eat it all and wipe it clean, just to dislike her small breasts.
Xiahou Huan'er's chest was boiling with anger. His uncle could bear it, but his aunt couldn't. She suddenly got angry and swept his body with a whirlwind kick.
The unprepared Master Xing became miserable. He grunted and was swept off the bed by her whirlwind leg that contained the fire of anger. His face suddenly turned livid, and he stood up from the bed, his face oozing red.
Her eyes suddenly burned with the flames of the two races, as if they wanted to burn her out.
His handsome face was so cold that he growled: "You've been using me for so long, but you don't know if I have any seeds?"
Xia Hou Huan'er's pretty face turned green and white, and he was so angry that he almost bit her silver teeth: "You shameless man, since you dislike my small breasts, get out of here, I don't want to see you now.
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"When did I dislike your small breasts?" Mr. Xing realized later. He said that her breasts were small, not because he disliked her, but because it was a fact. Are women so stingy?
Xiahou Huan'er snorted coldly, feeling very aggrieved: "Didn't you just say that my breasts would be bigger? Maybe you have always disliked my small breasts."
Dongfang Xing's breath froze. He said this just to dispel her idea of wearing a low-cut wedding dress. He didn't mean to dislike her small breasts at all.
