Shangguan Qianyu was extremely patient and gently helped her wash the powder on her face bit by bit. Yan Qingrui, who was poisoned by the powder, finally sighed refreshingly.

Shangguan Qianyu put down the veil and washed away the powdery Yan Qingrui on his face. His red clothes were like fog and clouds. Under the light of the red candle, it was beautiful and incomparable.

Shangguan Qianyu was stunned.

He always knew that his wife was beautiful, he always knew that only the wedding dress made of blood silk was worthy of her, and now he had a deeper feeling that her beauty, like a flower, finally bloomed completely for him.

The smile and tenderness in her eyes belong to her and are given to him!

The two of them looked like a stalemate. After a while, Yan Qingrui reminded: "It's time to drink Heiya wine!"

Shangguan Qianyu came to his senses, held her hand, came to the table, held the pot and poured two cups, each holding a cup, connecting his arms, and drank the wine together!

He took the empty cup in Yan Qingrui's hand and placed it on the table. Looking at Yan Qingrui's skin under the candlelight, her face was like peach blossoms, and her red lips were extremely delicate. He could no longer help but lean over and grabbed her lips.

It is sweet and fragrant, and the mellowness of wine, together between lips and teeth.

How could Shangguan Qianyu taste this beauty?

He naturally wanted to deepen the kiss.

Yan Qingrui's face was blushing like a cloud, and her heart was beating like a drum. Although she knew that the wedding night was on, she had no choice but to escape, but she was still nervous. When he kissed for a while, she gently pushed him and gasped and said, "Don't you have to go to the front to toast?"

The kiss just now was gentle but domineering, and she sieges the city and advances layer by layer, and her hands and feet are weak and breathing unevenly.

Shangguan Qianyu chuckled and said, "No, everything has been arranged."

Today is a wedding night, and the spring night is worth a thousand gold, how could he bear to waste it?

Yan Qingrui, who wanted to say something, felt his enlarged handsome face and his lips were grabbed, which was a gentler and more domineering kiss. This kiss completely sealed all her voice and all her thoughts. She only felt a blank in her mind. Where the blank was clusters, blooming, gorgeous fireworks.

After this kiss, Shangguan Qianyu bent down and picked her up, and walked towards the bed where the dragon and phoenix showed auspiciousness and red phoenix brocade quilt.

Yan Qingrui resisted softly: "Qianyu, the genius is just black!"

"Well, Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold in one moment!"

"Qianyu, don't... Someone will come to make a bridal chamber later..."

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything, no one will disturb us!"

"Qianyu... um..."

Shangguan Qianyu kissed Yan Qingrui and turned around and shook his sleeves. In the bridal chamber, the red curtain fell layer by layer...

In his fanaticism, Yan Qingrui's emotions were also infected, and her heart was as soft as water. She gently hooked his neck, opened her red lips, and catered to him.

The two loves are affectionate and tender.

In the midst of the disorder of breath, the temperature gradually increased, and both of them were moved with their emotions, their eyes were blurred, like dreams and fog.

After a long time, Shangguan Qianyu let go of her and stared at her hands softly, but her hands steadily descended and unbuttoned the ribbon.

Yan Qingrui's voice was a little panic, and she grabbed his hand, and asked for a urge to escape: "Don't... it hurts..."
Chapter completed!