Quick wear, the beautiful and soft female supporting role's charming road

Zhao An thought he couldn't escape a beating again, but Lin Qinghe was silent for only a few minutes, and then intermittent noises came from behind him.

"I know what you're thinking. You think I'm such a loser, that I'm injured... and nearly dying, yet I still go looking for that woman."

Zhao An also closed his eyes and lowered his head, his furrowed brows showing that he was in pain.

"I really hate her—why does God always play these ridiculous jokes on us? But, do you understand? I... I still like her very much... When I found out she was also related to you, my first reaction wasn't anger, but jealousy!"

"It's jealousy!"

"She's a seductress. I should have known it from the first time I was with her."

"I can't compare to you. You are rational, calm, and can let go as soon as you say so."

The sound behind him disappeared, and Zhao An turned around to look at him, only to see Lin Qinghe standing motionless in front of the table with her back to him, holding a syringe in one of her jade-like hands.

The sharp tip of the needle reflected a very thin ray of sunlight, and suddenly - the needle appeared in front of him.

He frowned and looked upwards.

Lin Qinghe's eyes were icy, "Do you think I'm not jealous?!"

"I finally made up my mind to be with her. Every day we spend together is so beautiful and peaceful. I've even decided to propose to her."

As he spoke, his expression became a little dazed, as if he was recalling something. "But you know, there are many hidden dangers for people like us to get married. I've been thinking about it... I think she's still young, so it's not too late to talk about marriage after she finishes college—but!"

"It just so happened that she came that day..."

He tilted his head back, and Zhao An seemed to see some crystal drops of water sinking into his temples.

It was really ridiculous that Lin Qinghe had always only dared to blame her... ...That day came at an unfortunate time - "You still want to marry her? Why would she marry you? She was just playing with you. Oh, by the way, she seemed to tell me that she was going to marry someone else - ah!"

He suddenly looked at the place where he felt the sting, then raised his head and glared at the culprit, Lin Qinghe.

There wasn't even a trace of tears left on his face. Zhao An also roared, "What are you doing? You can't have her, so you take out your anger on me!"

"very painful!"

Can it not hurt?

It penetrated into the flesh through the clothes.

Lin Qinghe now looked like a cold machine. "The injection will heal faster."

Zhao An was also driven crazy by his behavior, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're just taking your anger out on me! What's going on? Fuck you! You're going crazy because you heard she's getting married to someone else?!"

It can't be mentioned. Once it is mentioned, Zhao An will rotate the needle and insert it a few more inches. "Lin Qinghe, you lunatic! Is this okay?!"

"Stop it! Ning Jiaoyan is full of lies, what with all the talk about getting married or not. Maybe she's just trying to provoke me!"

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Bullshit, when has she ever lied to anyone? She is going to get married.

The wedding was held in the church.

What a coincidence! Maybe this church is a special wedding venue. Jing Luming held her wedding in the same church where she and Yi Yingchuan flirted.

Everything here was holy and perfect. When she looked up at the sacred statue of the goddess above her head, she felt a little guilty.

She glanced at Jing Luming beside her. The colorful halo scattered in the church enveloped him, and his handsome face became even more... cold.

"On such a happy day, why don't you smile?"

It just so happened that Aunt Yun had someone come up and give her a reminder, which was quite timely.

Looking at his dead expression, wasn't it obvious that he didn't like her as a bride? However, she wasn't too disappointed, because her outfit today was truly stunning. The light scattered from above her head was not as dazzling as hers, but instead embellished her face a little.

She is an absolutely beautiful angel when she stands on the stage.

She held the groom's arm, smiled just the right way, and tried her best to play the role of an enviable and beautiful wife who admired her husband very much.

"The eldest son of the Jing family is so lucky to have married such a beautiful wife. She looks like a little Guanyin as beautiful as snow jade!"

"This girl is no ordinary girl. She's the daughter of the prince's mansion in Lihua Lane in our city, a genuine little Guanyin. Even though the Qing Dynasty has fallen, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. The Jing family married a princess from the old times. Besides her natural beauty, they must have other plans, right?"

"Who wouldn't be right? Look at the eldest son of the Jing family. He's so cold and his wedding day is like a day of mourning. It's a pity for such a beautiful bride."

"Hasn't the eldest son of the Jing family recently built a lot of factories? Maybe the funds came from..."

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Even the wedding march in the hall could not conceal these people's malicious speculations.

Ning Jiaoyan, you observed Jing Luming's expression without any ripple.

He is really tolerant.

Or maybe he just doesn't care.

Ning Jiaoyan didn't want to care. She looked at the priest with smiling eyes, then turned around and stood opposite Jing Luming. When their eyes met, his smile seemed to deepen, but she didn't see any joy in his eyes.

But the wedding process was still very smooth. The ring on her finger shone brightly. Looking at the hands clasped together, Ning Jiaoyan raised the corners of her lips with satisfaction.

The gray energy in her chest seemed very excited. It didn't turn whiter, but it still affected her mood. She should have acted more yandere at this moment.

A sick young woman who finally realized her wish of marrying the man she loved.

Jing Luming felt the smoothness tightening in his palm. He turned his head to look at the woman beside him and was momentarily dazzled. She was truly beautiful today. However, Ning Jiaoyan always felt unreal to him like this. Now, looking into her slightly deep and infatuated eyes, he finally felt at ease.

She is still very attached to him.

After reaching this conclusion, the smile on Jing Luming's face faded, but his trembling heart slowly calmed down.

At the same time, he also tightened his palms, clenching the jade fingers in his palms tightly until all ten fingers were interlocked.

While sitting in Jing Luming's room, Ning Jiaoyan still had a feeling of unreality. Outside the room, the guests were bustling with activity, but in the room, it was very quiet with only her.

She had nothing to do, so she played with the white gauze beside her with her fingers.

Originally, the original body had intended to follow a traditional wedding process, but Jing Luming disliked those red tape, and since she loved him so much, it was natural for her to follow his instructions. For Ning Jiaoyan, any kind of wedding was fine, and this was the best. A traditional wedding would probably exhaust her.

She doesn't expect anything. What she looks forward to most is her wedding night with Jing Luming.

The Yi family came in a hurry last time, and the men she had hooked up with were either unconscious or injured. The only man who could have dominated her, Jing Luming, was busy after he woke up, and she was busy getting herself married.

At that time, her abundant desire had been suppressed for so long, how could she not feel uncomfortable? Finally - it was only a few hours away from the bridal chamber.

She waited and waited, and had almost eaten all the red dates and longans on the bed before Jing Luming arrived with rosy cheeks.

She quickly sat back on the edge of the bed, like a normal bride-to-be, looking at the man walking towards her with expectant and shy eyes.

Ning Jiaoyan thought that he would not drink so much alcohol. He was a calm and dignified person. He usually did not drink at all. He did not marry the woman he loved, so he should not drink much at the wedding.

It's not in his nature to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

But now it looked like the man was walking with a slight sway, the groom's coat had been removed by him, he was tugging at his bow tie but it seemed a bit rude that he didn't pull it off.

Ning Jiaoyan saw this and went to help him, "Brother Luming, I'll help you, don't worry."

Jing Luming blinked, looking at the little person rushing towards him, with her gorgeous and pure eyebrows, her straight nose, and her bright red lips. He reached out and cupped her cheek, soft and...

The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and after Ning Jiaoyan pulled off his bow tie, her movements slowed down.

To maintain her image... uh, what image was she trying to maintain? Anyway, her image of drugging someone had already ingrained itself into Jing Luming's mind.

There's nothing wrong with being a little wild on your wedding night!

Fortunately, Jing Luming was just aloof in temperament, not sexually frigid. She slowly guided him, and he was a learning genius who could take the initiative in no time.

Soon, the two of them fell on the soft bed like stacking blocks. She was soft and fragrant now, and he was ready to go.

They were so excited - both of them were a little stunned. The one who couldn't accept it the most was Ning Jiaoyan. The place where her fingers touched was still soft, and it seemed something was wrong.

"Brother Luming, you..."

The man said nothing, just repeating his previous actions.

It's like a general who returns from defeat, returning to the battlefield again and again just to win a battle to prove himself a hero, but he doesn't expect to return in defeat every time!

And this is Jing Luming’s situation now.

Ning Jiaoyan racked her brains but couldn't figure out why this happened. He was obviously fine before. Not only did he doubt herself, but she also had deep doubts about him.

"Forget it, let's wash up."

A faint voice, a faint figure, he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

It seems like she is the one who is having trouble.

How come he didn't react at all? He's really like a Ninja Turtle.

Jing Luming was already in a bad state, so what else could Ning Jiaoyan expect? She had no choice but to wash herself and get into bed. She was feeling very uncomfortable, but she still wanted to comfort the "indifferent" Jing Luming.

She put her arms around his waist from behind and whispered, "Brother Luming, are you okay? Don't overthink it. Brother Luming was fine before. He might have drunk too much tonight."

She knew he wasn't asleep yet, he just didn't want to talk.

Yes, anyone would be sad for a while if they were unable to do their job.

However, he was really sad for a short while. "Well, let's go to sleep."

Ning Jiaoyan said "hmm" cheerfully, then she crawled to the place opposite him, "Brother Luming, good night."

"Jiaojiao is finally your wife."

Without saying a word, he turned over - Ning Jiaoyan's face immediately turned black.