On the wedding night, Chuchu was covered with red silk and waited for her husband, but she was waiting for the Hexin wine delivered by her brother-in-law.
With the wine in her throat and burning, she asked her husband why he didn't speak.
When the clothes were peeled off, the hijab slipped down, and in the candlelight was actually the sneering face of my brother-in-law.
"Brother?" She backed away with a trembling voice, "Where is your husband?"
He grabbed her waist and dragged her back to the wedding bed: "Good girl, your husband is here."
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In both places, the male and female protagonists are not related by blood and do not belong to the same family tree.
Intention: Keep it until the clouds open and the moon shines