Pei Qingran looked at her straightly, with a slight hint of grievance in his auspicious eyes. The bright red wedding dress added a bright color to him and made him a little flamboyant.
"Today is our wedding night."
"If you ignore me, I will leave. Is there anything wrong with you?"
"??"
Jiang Tingting blinked, and there was indeed nothing wrong with what he said. The little villains in this world have quite a personality.
"Then where do you want to go?"
Jiang Tingting sat up, his peach blossom eyes were crescent, he smiled cheerfully, and his tone was a little funny.
"Find someone to fight." Pei Qingran lowered his eyes and said confidently.
Jiang Tingting smiled when he heard the words, reached out and hooked Pei Qingran's fingers, and easily pulled him to the bed, speaking softly.
"Idiot..."
As he spoke, he sat across Pei Qingran's body and came slightly closer.
"You..."
Feeling Jiang Tingting's approach, Pei Qingran's breathing stagnated slightly, and the rope of reason relaxed slightly. He held Jiang Tingting's shoulders on both sides, and an impulse surged from the bottom of his heart. The love entanglement between the hooking man and woman appeared in his mind.<
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Jiang Tingting's breath was pervasive, and the light peach blossom fragrance filled the tip of his nose, seeming to occupy all his reason.
Pei Qingran's eyes gradually became hot, and his hands covered the back of Jiang Tingting's neck along his shoulders, pressed down, and pressed her lips accurately, as soft as peach blossoms in March...
But he didn't know how to continue. He just bit lightly. Jiang Tingting remained calm and looked at Pei Qingran with his eyes slightly open.
Movements are dull and stiff.
After a while, Pei Qingran moved his lips and looked at Jiang Tingting: "You won't respond to me?"
"How to respond?" Jiang· looked innocent and listened.
"You're just pretending to me." Pei Qingran's eyes were dark, and he pinched Jiang Tingting's cheek.
"Is it possible that all the escorts you had before were all for nothing?"
Jiang Tingting still innocently lifted up his sleeves, and there was a little red cinnabar on the top of his arm, which turned out to be palace guard sand.
"???"
Pei Qingran was startled for a moment, and then he clasped Jiang Tingting's hand in a daze, opening and closing his thin lips:
"You...have never touched them."
Jiang Tingting laughed softly, feeling that Pei Qingran's unbelievable yet joyful expression at this moment was particularly funny, making her want to laugh.
He has always been the kind of person who speaks his mind. Sometimes he is a little childish, and sometimes he is a little unspeakably pure. The only thing that remains unchanged may be his possessiveness towards Jiang Tingting.
Pei Qingran suddenly pursed his lips again, with an annoyed expression on his face. If he had known better, he would have replenished his knowledge in that area.
I don’t know how to eat it when I put it in front of me...it’s a bit sad.
There was disappointment in Pei Qingran's eyes. Because he was unwilling to accept it, he kept kissing Jiang Tingting. From time to time, thin and numb kisses fell on his cheek, which was a little itchy.
Jiang Tingting may have been amused by his clumsy movements, and finally began to respond.
She opened the belt around Pei Qingran's waist and chuckled, like a seducing demon.
The bed curtain fell...The red candle flickered and was extinguished the next moment.
The room is full of beautiful spring scenery...
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At dawn, Jiang Tingting moved slightly and was hugged tightly by someone subconsciously.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the man beside her who was still sleeping with her eyes closed, not forgetting to hold her in his arms. She couldn't help but curl her eyes.
Jiang Tingting reached out and gently touched Pei Qingran's cheek. The left side of his face was facing her, and the powder had been rubbed away, and the light scar was revealed...