Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The eyes are clear, and you can see through the vastness of the universe in the summer night.

She will never forget

[depth of field, don't make trouble, itch...]

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything. Her voice was dry and uncomfortable. It was burning like a fire. She could only see a tall man in front of her and couldn't see his face clearly——

Maybe the light is too bright, making everything blurred.

[HMM... depth of field, don't touch me, I'm ticklish...]

She was dizzy and seemed to have a happy smile, but however, the face in front of her could only see a general outline and could not see his facial features clearly.

But the smell made her sure that it was Lu Jingshen

He is wearing a white shirt and beige trousers. He is dreamy

Suddenly, the sky began to fall pink petals, and then a violin melody came slowly from a distance.

She turned her head slightly. Not far away, there was an arch made of flowers, white yarn, and the hollow carved fence was surrounded by thin and complicated lace.

The petals fluttered, the white Holy Cross, and the white robed priest read the oath in his hand.

The white wood bench is neat.

It's like a wedding

[depth of field, you pinch me...]

She made a noise, and there was a tingling pain on her chin. Then, her white nightdress faded to her chest

[depth of field, someone...]

Not far away, it was the wedding. I don't know when the music switched to the violin sound of the wedding symphony. The bustling people walked over and didn't seem to see them at all

[I want you to see who the man in front of you is!]

The evil and cold voice suddenly came to her ears, and the facial features of the person pressing on her became clear

Dark eyes, half blood face, thin lips.

The breath is as noble as a king, but as wild as a lion.

His chest was bare and strong.

It's the Oriental world brocade, the devil's face!

The original dreamy and blurred scene swept around in an instant, and the sky immediately became gloomy, raging before the storm.

The air was pressed very low, and in an instant, the clear and bright sky was dark.

She was out of breath and her pupils contracted suddenly.

"Boom -"

The original happy and holy wedding scene collapsed in an instant, Lu Jingshen's breath dissipated, and the wedding disappeared completely.

Her body was wound by a chain. At the other end of the chain was a carved bed column. When she moved, the chain made a dull sound.

The original lovely and holy angel on the wall became ferocious and terrible in this atmosphere!

He sat there, dressed in black, like a demon in the dark night, ruling the night.

The thin corners of the lips evoked a charming smile and looked at her attentively

[Qingcheng...]

The mellow and magnetic male voice called her name, which seemed tender, but suddenly took away all the temperature of Ye Qingcheng

Cold

Bitter cold

"Ah --"

Ye Qingcheng exclaimed, suddenly sat up, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Her chest gasped violently. She sat on the bed. A dim yellow light was turned on in the room. Looking at the sky outside, it should be almost dusk in the afternoon.

A piercing sight came from one side and stared at her closely.

Ye Qingcheng unconsciously turned his head and just looked at the eyes as cold as a cold pool.