Wu Yao slept uneasily. She dreamed of many scenes, and fleeting images flashed before her eyes one by one. The next moment, she was frozen in a certain scene. It was a wedding room, a Chinese-style wedding room. The eyes were filled with red. There was a smaller person sitting on the red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks. Wu Yao couldn't see clearly. When Wu Yao wanted to step forward and take a closer look.
Zhi~~~La~~
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Wu Yao's attention was drawn over, "Mu Qi?"
Wu Ya looked at the man in front of him. His smooth and white face was filled with sharp edges and coldness. His bright black eyes were as if they were filled with stars. They were so deep and mesmerizing. The corners of his eyes were slightly moistened with a different kind of rouge. Under the strong nose, the lips were glowing with an abnormal red color. The cold and abstinent nature of the day was long gone, and there was only a vague sense of seduction around her, which made Wu Yao twitch the corner of her mouth speechlessly. Although she often teased him when she was a child, she rarely got good results from him. Now that the person in front of her looks like this, it seems a little bit real and fake.
"Jiaojiao~~" At this time, Mu Qi's eyes were full of affection, and his nickname of "no harm" was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the person sitting beside the bed.
Wu Hao was stunned for a moment and walked towards the bride quickly in disbelief. He saw that the bride's delicate face was even more beautiful because of the makeup. At this time, he was also looking at the man walking towards him with expressions on his face.
But that's not the point. The point is that this bride... Is herself.
The writing is a bit confusing