Ah, what a bumr.
Yan Fengchi had just been discussing with Luo Xi about going for a race, but ended up having to drop the idea.
Luo Xi pulled out her phone, checked the ti, and with no concern for Young Master Gu’s sudden mood swings, poked the man beside her on the shoulder: "Let’s go."
"Don’t. If I piss him off, he might just exile like Hua Hua. Then you’d have to live as a widow."
"Wouldn’t that suit perfectly?"
Hearing this, Yan Fengchi tightened his grip around Luo Xi’s waist and squinted his eyes: "What did you just say?"
Those dangerous eyes seed to say, "If you dare utter another word that displeases , I’ll handle you right now!"
His hand had already drifted to the zipper on the back of her dress, poised to cause mischief at any mont. This finally made Luo Xi feel threatened. The seductive woman chuckled lightly, tugged at his collar, leaned close to his ear, and teased: "I said... how about we find a place, so I can... handle you..."
Her warm breath, fragrant and alluring, brushed against the most sensitive spot behind his ear.
Yan Fengchi instantly felt a surge of heat through his body.
His hand, unwilling to separate from her delicate figure, instead began to caress her back in slow, tantalizing motions, each touch full of intimacy.
Their two bodies, always igniting with a single spark, teased each other languorously and provocatively.
Not knowing whether to laugh or curse, he stared at her only to find a smile in her eyes that was utterly irresistible: "You, woman!"
Indeed, you’re perfectly to my taste, Yan Fengchi thought.
No more pointless words. The two quietly slipped away, walking to the depths of the maple grove.
And as for what happened next? Shh... not suitable for younger audiences...
.........
Chenxing sat obediently like a baby, quiet and composed, as several makeup artists fluttered around her. One painted her eyebrows, one styled her hair, another worked on her nails, and yet another helped her try on shoes.
As for her, she occasionally took out her phone to play around.
After all, the makeup process wasn’t exactly thrilling. She sneakily stole a sideways glance and noticed Shaocheng sitting not far from her, also having soone work on his hairstyle. So, she started a casual chat with her man to pass the ti.
"Shaocheng."
"Hmm?"
"How many sets of wedding photos do you think we should take?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "I’ve thought of so many styles; could we take one for every look I like?"
"Sure."
In truth, he felt an imnse guilt about this matter.
Without her permission, he’d rashly promised not to marry until Hua Hua returned.
But Chenxing hadn’t brought it up again afterward. She seed to have accepted it, and never once blad him for it.
Since the wedding was postponed for now, he wanted to make sure she didn’t feel cheated or neglected. At the very least, he had to ensure her wedding photos were perfect. He’d thought it through—while the ceremony would be delayed, registering the marriage couldn’t be postponed.
The makeup process lasted a full hour.
During that ti, Shaocheng insisted on giving Chenxing multiple breaks, worried she’d get too tired, totaling over twenty minutes of rest. When the final look was completed, Nan Baihao was lying on the car, yawning who knows how many tis.
anwhile, the couple who had disappeared for their "not suitable for younger audiences" rendezvous deep in the forest leisurely made their way back.
Finally, Chenxing appeared before the cara in her most stunning form.
Huanhuan exclaid dramatically from the side: "Wow, Chenxing, you look absolutely gorgeous in this wedding dress! Don’t move, stay as you are—I need to take a picture right now!"
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