What would you do with the beautiful scenery and the beauty in your arms?
After a night of sex, Wen Xinya did not look tired at all. Instead, she looked even more radiant. She sat in front of the mirror, which reflected her fiery, charming face. Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders-this was the color of being loved by the man you love.
She couldn't help but smile at the thought of their wedding night last night.
Wen Xinya's fingers gently rubbed the red silk bag in her hand. &Quot; "We tie our hair to be husband and wife, and our white hair touches our eyebrows."
The silk bag was embroidered with coiling branches. The embroidery was not exquisite, and could even be said to be rough.
She had embroidered this herself.
It contained her and Si yiyan's hair.
