"Xiao Ci! Stop the damn thing! Don't fucking pretend to be dead. In today's wedding, you have to get married or you don't get married!" The rough roar was like thunder, buzzing in Xiao Ci's ears and making his temples pound. His eyelids were as heavy as glue. It took a lot of effort to open a crack. What caught his eyes was the dazzling crystal chandelier, which made his eyes hurt. The tip of his nose was filled with a strong scent of perfume, mixed with the fragrance of lilies and roses, which almost made him breathless. This smell was not the light cedar scent he usually used. It was so girly and made his diaphragm panic. "Damn it, who is this? You're disturbing me to death..." Xiao Ci subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but as soon as he raised his arm, he froze. Wrong. So wrong.
