After finishing the makeup, the photographer directed them to move again.

Qin Wangyan did not hesitate and picked up the deep voice with one hand.

However, the wedding dress of Chenyinyin's body was soft and made it difficult for Qin Wangyan to find the focus. He needed to use both hands to hold Chenyin firmly.

"Miss Bride please hook the groom's neck with both hands."

He was obedient in his deep voice, stretched out his slender white arms and hooked the man's neck.

The photography assistant threw a transparent tulle into the air and ran away.

The gauze fell from the sky and landed on the heads of the two.

For a moment, they seemed to be separated from the people around them and were trapped in a world that belonged to them alone.

The noisy voices around and the crackling shutters of the camera were all away from them.

The man looked at the handsome and extraordinary face in a deep voice.

She just felt that time was frozen, and this man was like a god who had just descended to earth and had never hurt her.

Qin Wangyan saw Shen Yinyin's eyes again, the look he had been looking for for many years!

He loves him without any impurities!

It seems that Qin Wangyan is her whole world.

This woman held her vivid heart in front of him and told Qin Wangyan that her heart was beating for Qin Wangyan!

The man lowered his head and went to capture her lips again.

The deep sound is like waking up from a dream, leaving your face aside.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and lifted the gauze covering their heads. Qin Wangyan's kiss only fell on her cold earrings.

The photographer was completely immersed in the shooting, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "The bride and groom had a great look just now! Mr. Groom, go kiss the bride's face, but don't kiss it, don't rub the makeup off her face.

Mr. Groom, kiss the corner of the bride's mouth again, don't really kiss, don't rub her lipstick off again."

According to the photographer's words, Qin Wangyan wanted to kiss him several times, but he couldn't really kiss him. The gloomy aura in his chest was soaring, and he was already grinding his back teeth.

"The groom will kiss the bride's forehead again, don't really kiss her."

Qin Wangyan lowered his voice, "How could he not really kiss him?"

The meat placed beside his mouth exudes an attractive smell. Every time the photographer asks him to mouth, he doesn't let Qin Wangyan really bite it.

Perhaps he discovered that Qin Wangyan's anger was soaring. The photographer pressed the shutter more than a dozen times and finally made a "please" move to Qin Wangyan.

"This set of photos has been taken, and the groom can kiss the bride as much as possible."

When Qin Wangyan finally was able to kiss her heart's content, it was after all the wedding photos were taken.

The man carried Chen Yinyin into the locker room, placed her on the dressing table, and let her snow-white gauze skirt sweep the bottles and jars on the dressing table.

The sound of thrusts covered the sound of shattering.

The back of Chenyinyin was pressed against the cold mirror, and the coldness reached the bone marrow. Goose bumps appeared on her skin.

The bun, which was originally carefully woven by the stylist, was messy by the mirror behind the head.

The bun was loose and a few strands of hair fell down and pressed against her snow-white and slender swan neck.

I noticed that the man's big hands were swimming through the layers of skirts, and the heart of the deep voice was about to jump out of his throat.

"Qin Wangyan! You're crazy, this is a dressing room!"

The indoor dressing room is designed as a place where guests change clothes, and there is no special sound insulation. The noise inside is very loud and you can hear it from several rooms.

The man raised his head and saw a scarlet color around his brown pupils.

He was like a wolf with fangs exposed, and he wanted to swallow the woman in front of him into his stomach.

He stared at the woman in front of him and laughed out loud, "I'm not crazy, I'm just there, I'm so mean!"

He never really understood the meaning of this word.

Everything in this world is within reach of Qin Wangyan. He has never had strong feelings and desires for anything.

The woman in front of her was covered with white gauze and ink-colored hair, which made her look delicate and tender. Qin Wangyan just wanted to take her under her body, and she felt so painful and pampered her.

Chen Yinyin's feet wearing flat shoes were pressed against the man's chest. She kicked randomly and reached out to find a self-defense weapon, but the bottles and jars on the dressing table had been swept by her big skirt. It fell to the ground.

Finally, Chen Yinyin took off a pearl hairpin from his hair and pressed it against his neck with the tip of the hairpin.

Fear surged into Chen Yinyin's heart, her chest was undulating, and in her black and white pupils, only despair was left.

When he met Chen Yinyin's sight, the man's movement to destroy everything was stopped.

Qin Wangyan's movements stopped, and the burning flames became even higher in his dark eyes.

He narrowed his dark eyes and stared at the hairpin held in the palm of his hand by Chen Yinyin.

The tip of the hairpin was not sharp, but the hairpin was pressed against her skin, causing the skin on her neck to sink and a pale color appeared.

Qin Wangyan's arm that was pressing against the dressing table had blue veins floating up.

He sneered obediently and violently, "Where is the chaste woman? You threaten me with death?!"

No one has ever dared to take his own life and threaten Qin Wangyan, which will only make people die faster.

But now, the tip of the hairpin is pressed against Shen Yinyin's neck. Her skin is so thin that it seems that with a little force, it can pierce her skin and penetrate the arteries.

The man's eyes ignited, and the bursting anger grew wildly in his chest.

Chen Yinyin sat on the dressing table, and against the white gauze, she looked so holy and fragile.

The light on the dressing table fell on Shen Yinyin's body, illuminating the skin on her face.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the man she trapped.

Chen Yinyin smiled slightly and said, "I only promised you to take wedding photos with you, but I didn't agree. I want to sleep with you!"

The man's fingers slid down from the edge of the dressing table, and he stood up straight in front of Shen Yinyin.

"Put down the hairpin!"

Qin Wangyan ordered in a cold tone.

He was never held back by anyone, but when facing the voice of Chen Yin, he kept compromising with her.

Qin Wangyan felt extremely irritable. He had no other way except to compromise with Chenyinyin.

"Let go!" the man growled.

Chen Yinyin's heart shrank suddenly, her fingertips trembled, and there was a small raised rough part at the tip of the hairpin, which cut open her delicate skin.

The scarlet blood penetrated, and Qin Wangyan shouted loudly!

He took action directly and pulled away the hairpin from Chen Yinyin's hand.

With a "bang!", the pearl hairpin was broken into pieces by Qin Wangyan.

Qin Wangyan watched, a trickle flowing down from the neck of the deep voice.

The emotions in his eyes became a black hole and he wanted to absorb everything.

The man rushed up like a beast, grabbed Chen Yinyin's shoulder and bit her neck.

He chewed Shen Yinyin's neck and swept the fishy and sweet blood into his lips.

Chen Yinyin was forced to raise her head, and she was also frightened by herself.

She felt like a goldfish was swimming uneasy, and Chen Yinyin quickly reached out and covered her lower abdomen.

She kept coaxing in her heart:

Don't be afraid, baby, mommy is protecting you.


Chapter completed!