Be Good Chapter 1311: Tossing and turning to ask for a bridal chamber

Long Quyuan originally wanted to say that if she didn't like this, she could rearrange it according to her liking.

When she married him, it was natural for her to leave the deepest impression on her.

After her soul merges with her twenty-year-old body, her love for herself can replace her love for Xie Ci.

This is Long Quyuan's greatest purpose.

So, Xiao Huan'er, the more you love me, the better.

Yuan Changhuan clasped Long Quyuan's arm instead, and approached him obediently, "That's fine."

"It turns out that Xiao Huan'er can't wait to marry me." Long Quyuan whispered in her ear, with a charming smile and wanton affection.

Seeing the blushing and joyful look, Yuan Changhuan raised his head and looked into Long Quyuan's eyes.

"Yeah."

The red lips parted slightly, and the words were light and sincere.

It was rare for Long Quyuan to be stunned. Unexpectedly, when she expressed her thoughts so frankly, Long Quyuan was inexplicably moved. After a long while, she replied in a low voice, "Baitang."

There is no high hall, only heaven and earth, worship.

Soon, it will be a gift.

Through the bead curtain of the phoenix crown, Yuan Changhuan raised his peach blossom eyes slightly, and smiled lively, "Husband..."

She has a beautiful smile, red lips and snow skin, flirtatious and charming.

For a moment, Long Quyuan seemed to see the 20-year-old Yuan Changhuan.

Taking a step forward, Yuan Changhuan took the initiative to hug his shoulders and looked at him on tiptoe, "Husband?"

The red lips parted lightly again, and the address he called made Long Quyuan's heart flutter.

I thought that my heart was already calm, but as I became more and more in touch with Yuan Changhuan, I realized that I am also a normal man. , but he has all the emotions he should have.

It's just that no one has let him experience it before.

Bowing his head, Long Quyuan closed his eyes, leaned over to face the rosy lips, tossing and turning.

He has never kissed a woman before. When he first met her, his thin lips even trembled a little. When was he so nervous?

I am afraid that this is the time when he is most nervous.

Yuan Changhuan has the illusion that she is about to disappear. No matter how Long Quyuan comforts her, she still feels that she does not belong to this world and will disappear soon. To leave something behind.

When he pressed down, he put his arms around Long Quyuan's shoulders, panting thinly, "Do you want a bridal chamber?"

"Yes."

Long Quyuan's Adam's apple moved.

Sleeves waving.

The next moment, they landed on a soft bed of petals. The red and soft petals exuded the sweet fragrance of fresh petals, but the only fragrance that lingered at the tip of Long Quyuan's nose was Yuan Changhuan's body.

The slender fingers untied the phoenix crown for her slowly.

Long hair like a waterfall, pouring down and falling on the shoulders, it is so beautiful.

The crimson wedding dress, black hair, and snow-white skin all fell into Long Quyuan's eyes, forming the most beautiful picture scroll, so beautiful that he would never forget every detail in his life.

Yuan Changhuan leaned against his arm, her delicate face buried in his neck, Long Quyuan caressed her hair, along the back of her spine, moving forward, and finally fell on her waist.

Unbuttoning the thin belt with one hand.

Under the bed of petals, pieces of red cloth fell, Long Quyuan suppressed the red color in his eyes, his breath was unsteady, "Xiao Huan'er, who am I?"

Yuan Changhuan was pressed on the bed by him, his snowy skin and jade skin seemed to be glowing with halos.