Ji Mingzhu pounded his shoulder, "Let go."
"No."
Not only did Xie Yunzhen refuse to let go, he also turned her face and captured her luscious red lips.
Repeatedly crushing.
More forceful than ever before.
They were married now, they could do the most intimate things between a husband and wife.
After a gasp of surprise, the fiery red figure was thrown onto the bed, and the four-poster bed shook.
Underneath was the soft bedding, so it didn't hurt.
But Ji Mingzhu was still dazed.
With that toss, the little booklet hidden in her wide sleeve also fell out.
Brazenly lying on the red wedding blanket.
Xie Yunzhen raised an eyebrow, picked up the booklet with his long fingers, and casually flipped through a few pages.
As he looked through it, the corners of his lips uncontrollably lifted.
Rolling over, he pinned Ji Mingzhu beneath him, placing the book in front of her, his voice gentle and coaxing, "Zhu Zhu, which style do you like?"
