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Chapter 1197 Ghost marriage and ghost marriage: Young marshal, too good at flirting! 67 [Liu Xuan reward plus more! ]

The decoration in the wedding room is mainly bright red, and the festive colors make people feel happy.

There are bright red candles on the table, and peanuts, red dates, lotus seeds, and some delicate pastries are placed on the round plate.

Chong Ai sat in front of the dressing table, reached out and took off the golden phoenix crown on her head and put it on the table.

Yin Wangchuan walked up to Chong Ai, put his hands on her shoulders, squeezed her thin shoulders and gently kneaded, and said, "Ma'am, are you tired?"

Chong Ai looked at the handsome man behind him from the mirror, smiled, and said, "I'm not tired."

Although the two have already done things between husband and wife, tonight is the real bridal chamber.

Yin Wangchuan looked at the pretty girl in front of him, and a feeling of warmth surged in his heart. Their marriage meant that she belonged to him regardless of life or death.

Chong Ai stretched out his hand to take the jewelry on his head, Yin Wangchuan grabbed her hand, and slowly stroked the back of her delicate hand.

"I'll help you get it."

Yin Wangchuan lowered his head slightly, looked down at Chong Ai's black hair, inserted his slender white fingers into her soft hair, and carefully and gently helped her take off the gold jewelry.

After a while, beautiful and delicate ornaments were placed on the table.

Chong Ai's black hair was scattered behind her, her face was soft and beautiful under the dim light, her delicate skin glowed with a layer of light, and her seductive red lips made people want to kiss her.

Yin Wangchuan hugged her from behind, leaned his head and kissed her cheek, and said, "Ma'am, you are so beautiful."

The man's magnetic voice was deep and hoarse, sexy and seductive, and there was a steady stream of warm feelings coming from him, Chong Ai relaxed and leaned against his arms.

"How beautiful?" she asked with a smile.

Yin Wangchuan had a smile on his beautiful thin lips, and said, "The women in this world and the female ghosts in the underworld are not half as good as you."

Chong Ai looked into his deep eyes from the mirror, and said with a half-smile: "Have you seen other female ghosts?"

Yin Wangchuan: "..."

The young marshal with a strong desire to survive replied: "I have never seen other female ghosts. In my eyes, only Madam is the most beautiful."

"Young Marshal, when did you learn to talk nonsense?" Which playbook did you learn these words from?

Yin Wangchuan hugged her affectionately, bit her white earlobe, and said, "You're still called Young Marshal?"

Chong Ai blinked his eyes pretending to be ignorant, and said, "What's your name if you don't call him Young Marshal?"

"I call your wife, what should you call me? Huh?" Yin Wangchuan spoke next to her ear, his warm breath sprayed on her neck, bringing a strange tingling feeling.

Chong Ai shrunk his neck slightly and said, "I don't know."

Yin Wangchuan changed his posture, picked her up horizontally, walked to the side of the bed and put her down, his tall body also pressed her down.

"Does Madam know?"

Chong Ai's delicate and beautiful eyebrows were tinged with a smile, and said: "I don't know."

Yin Wangchuan lowered his head and kissed her lips, rubbed them slowly, sucked in the soft lips, then pried open her white teeth, drilled into her mouth and entwined her tongue.

His kiss was so fierce and powerful that she couldn't breathe within a short while.

After a while, Yin Wangchuan stared at her with dark eyes, coaxing: "Madam, call me husband."

Chong Ai still insisted on not compromising, and said: "I won't call."

Yin Wangchuan squeezed her soft and delicate body tightly, stuck his hot hands into her dress, and said in a low and dangerous tone, "Shall I shout?"

"No..." Chong Ai's beautiful cheeks were stained with an intoxicating blush, and her voice was a little flattering.

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