Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

Su Ying was finally sent into the bridal chamber, she breathed out softly.

From the morning till now, she hasn't gotten any drips and is very hungry now.

Seeing no one in the bridal chamber, she breathed a sigh of relief. She sat at the table and ate a few snacks and drank a few sips of tea. Only then did she feel more energetic and a little more comfortable in her stomach.

The jewellery on her head has pressed her all day, Su Ying now feels that her neck is about to be crushed, and her whole head is lying on the table.

She not only rubbed her neck sadly: "It's too painful to be a relative."

Su Ying sat in front of the vanity mirror with her head in her head, and removed the hairpin on her head in the same way. She really didn't know what Xi Niang thought, and she wished to bring the box of hair accessories on her head.

These hair accessories are complicated to make. Su Ying pulled two and found that the tassels hanging from them were entangled in the hair.

Su Ying pulled anxiously, but couldn't pull it off even more.

At this moment, I heard a creak behind me, and then I heard someone coming in: "The princess is dressed up like this. The king hasn't seen it yet. Why did you take it down."

Su Ying sat upright and couldn't twist her neck. She only felt that the steps behind her were getting closer, and then she warmed her hands and put her big hands on the backs of her hands.

Ye Feibai's voice came in a low voice, with a somewhat ambiguous breath: "Ying'er, is this anxious to take a bath and change clothes?"

Su Ying snorted: "Shameless."

"Ying'er is so beautiful today." Ye Feibai's eyes faintly flashed, he did not continue to tease her, he untied the hairpin she had not untied and placed it on the dressing table.

Before Su Ying could react, she felt Ye Feibai approach him, looking at him in the mirror, her eyes dark and deep.

Su Ying looked at Ye Feibai's jade-like face in the mirror, his brows were raised high, and his lips were gently pressed, giving a feeling of intoxication.

"Ying'er, I'm so happy." Ye Feibai's slender fingers carefully rubbed her face, itchingly, with an ambiguous throbbing.

The cool fingers painted hot temperatures on her face. She took a deep breath, couldn't help but flicked away his hand, and turned slightly: "Why are you here? No need to deal with it. Guest?"

Today's Ye Feibai is dressed in a large fiery red robe, and Su Ying is used to seeing him in dark clothes. Such bright colors make him less cold than in the past.

Yefei’s long hair is white and black and bright with a jade crown that thinks of agate. The figure is slender and handsome, and the facial features are as beautiful as natural sculptures. , Narrow eyes gleamed, with a deep joy.

Ye Feibai glanced at Su Ying, and the corners of his mouth raised evilly, "Today is the night of my bridal chamber with you. This king can be impatient to deal with them."

Su Ying was a bit speechless at once... Isn't it white if you don't stay overnight?

Ye Feibai sees standing behind Su Ying, and regardless of Su Ying's objection, he removes the jewelry from her head one by one for Su Ying. Her ink-like hair is immediately spread out and hung behind her back.

He looked at her in the mirror, and after thinking about it, he took a soft veil and gently wiped the white powder off her face.

He looked at her up close, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. His bright black eyes looked at Su Ying for an instant, and carefully looked at her eyebrows and her eyes, with a thick smile on her face: "It's better to look at it like this."

Su Ying was so stared at by Ye Feibai's beautiful eyes, she only felt that her heartbeat had missed a beat, as if there was a different feeling flowing on the apex of her heart.

She made a gesture to push him: "You better deal with the guests, and what are you doing here?"

"What kind of guest is so noble, needs this king to deal with. Today is the night of this king's bridal chamber, no one except the little princess who accompanies me has this honor."

Su Ying couldn't help but slapped him: "I don't need your company. We signed an agreement before. Our future relationship must remain respectful and respectful. You are not allowed to interfere in my private space."

Ye Feibai's thin lips twitched lightly, and his eyes were a little joking: "This king won't force you to do things you don't want to do. But you have to sleep with me!"

Su Ying couldn't help standing up and staring at him: "Nonsense, what you said before is obviously the same room, where is the same bed?"

Ye Feibai looked at the woman in front of her, wearing a red wedding gown. Her skin is as white as snow, and her eyelashes are slightly curled.

She stared at him hard, her red lips pursed slightly, with a stubborn face.

He suddenly wanted to tease her: "Ying'er, how can you make a mistake? Ben Wang said that it is obvious that you are sharing the same bed."

"Then we will cancel the marriage contract, I will not marry you now!"

"Little wild cat with sharp teeth." Ye Feibai laughed lowly. He sat down on the stool casually, pulled her sleeves and pulled her into his arms.

His hands were like iron arms, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, and his eyes, like a cold tan, locked her face tightly: "We have saluteed. You are my life now, death is My ghost. You have to marry if you don't marry, and you can't escape!"

"You!" Su Ying glared at Ye Feibai angrily, trying to struggle to leave his embrace.

But Ye Feibai just hugged her tightly: "I want to run now, it's too late!"

"You will leave me tomorrow!" Su Ying couldn't break free in every possible way, her hands clenched into fists.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. You sit down and talk to me for a while?" Ye Feibai buried his face in her neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of her body. "To prepare for this wedding, this king is exhausted, don't you feel bad at all?"

Su Ying knew that Ye Feibai’s expression of grievances was pretending to be pitiful and to win her sympathy, but she couldn’t help being soft-hearted. She snorted coldly, “That’s what you asked for. ."

Ye Feibai saw that Su Ying was no longer struggling, and a faint joy burst into his eyes.

Now that his shadow is truly embraced by him, it feels very good.

Ye Feibai was suddenly dreaming, and the corners of his lips were pressed slightly, and he couldn't help but kiss Su Ying on the cheek.

"Ye Feibai!" Su Ying called him by first name and last name, staring at him with clear black and white eyes. Can he not eat her tofu? !

Ye Feibai looked at her with eyes bent, secretly happy in his heart, but nothing happened on his face.

He said solemnly: "Ying'er, we have not drunk acacia wine."

Su Ying was stunned: "...This kind of politeness is unnecessary."

"It's fine if you don't share the bed with me. You don't even agree to drink a glass of acacia wine together?" Ye Feibai frowned slightly, a faint anger flashed across his eyes.