Aristocratic families.
Wedding Room.
As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the defenseless Xia Weiyang and threw her directly onto the bed.
"Come over. " Xia Weiyang made a seductive pose again and said seductively.
"Yang 'er... " Shi jue's voice was low and hoarse.
"tonight, we'll have a special wedding night. " Xia Weiyang lay on the side of the bed and opened her red lips slightly towards Shi Jue as if she was inviting him every moment. "I'll serve you! "
* Gulp * .
Shi Jue gulped again.
Looking at Xia Weiyang's eyes, it seemed like he was going to pounce on her in the next moment, but in the end, he held back.
He lifted his foot, took a few steps forward, and stood by the bed.
"Ah! No, we agreed that I'll serve you... " unexpectedly, Xia Weiyang lay on the bed passively, retorting.
With both hands supporting Xia Weiyang's side, Shi jue looked down at the person beneath him. "There's no rush. There's plenty of time in the future. yang-er can do whatever she wants! Today, I can't wait any longer. "