Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2360 Desert (62)

It stands to reason that when a Turkic woman gets married, she is going to be drunk by the man next to her.

The more the men drank and danced closer, the more popular the woman was.

The groom's face will be more face.

Turkic people have a good face, and Turkic men are even better.

If you want to be strong, your mother-in-law will naturally be better than others.

Therefore, in order to make themselves more face, when they are newly married, Turkic men will hope that their bride will be surrounded by men.

Drinking like crazy.

To show the bride's welcome.

It is a custom and a bad taste of men.

very bad.

Almost every time, the bride has to be stripped of her clothes.

Put your own bad taste above the dignity of a woman.

The little princess didn't know this, because Adair Khan was so strong that no one dared to touch her.

Can't even touch the hair.

The boldness to break the custom, under the weight of power, no one dares to speak.

The Great Khan didn't say anything, and flirted with the maid next to him.

The atmosphere was just right, and the night was fine.

Wouldn't it be a waste not to have fun at this time?

The little princess who was being carried quietly lifted the cloak cap.

Those blushing voices became smaller and smaller, and gradually faded away.

She glanced back to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, nothing was seen.

All she could see were felt tents, which perfectly blocked her sight and also perfectly blocked those voices.

She tilted her head and stared at it without blinking, her beautiful eyeballs were extraordinarily clear.

As if hiding a star, under the reflection of the bonfire in the distance, it is glowing with light.

Soft and transparent light.

Clean and nice, not contaminated by a little dirt.

Adair Khan carried her into the new house.

Meteor in stride.

"Adel Khan, just now..."

The little princess was put down, and the hat was finally lifted off.

Showing a beautiful white face, and those extraordinarily moving eyes.

She was also wearing a veil, a thin red veil that made her cheeks redder and her eyebrows more colorful.

Staring at him, with the softness of a woman from the Central Plains, and a different kind of exotic style.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

As beautiful as a fairy coming out of a painting.

Adair Khan looked at her with dark and deep eyes that were always cold.

Like a wild beast lurking in the dark, it is calm, but its sharp claws are slowly stretched out.

Waiting for the opportunity.

He is tall and of great stature.

He is bronze in color, with well-defined and deep features.

When he bent down slightly and looked at her level, his breath was very strong.

Too strong, directly giving people a strong sense of aggression.

Like a wolf on the prairie, watching her quietly.

Neither speak.

With her nose to nose.

Breath interweave.

Hot and hot.

"..." Her eyes blinked.

Soon, the cloak on her body was untied and fell to the ground.

The obtrusive veil was thrown aside.

He moved closer, even took a step forward.

Next to her ear, the tip of the high nose is pressed against her ear.

Her broad shoulders can almost cover her entire body.

With a few subtle movements, the veil on the head was untied.

The masterpiece carefully prepared by the maids was slowly disassembled by him in this way.

She hugged him, putting her arms around his waist.

Consciously rubbed against him and hugged him tightly.

"Am I good-looking?"

She spoke briskly and tiptoed slightly.

The makeup on the face is very light, only lip balm.

Rubbing, lip balm smeared on his chest.

(End of this chapter)