After the wedding, Ye Qingqiu changed out of her wedding gown. She needed to change into another gown.
She was wearing a red dress with a V-neck design, revealing her fair and exquisite collarbones and beautiful swan neck. Her waist was slender and soft, and her figure was perfect. Her hair was low and curled at the back of her head. The slightly curly black hair that she had designed was layered like water ripples on the top of her head. The hair at her temples fell naturally, and the simple earrings adorned her delicate earlobes.
The woman, who was already fair, was dressed in red.
Ye Qingqiu rarely wore such bright colors. Now, it seemed even more eye-catching.
It was already winter and she was given a fur coat.
She had changed her clothes, but she stayed in the lounge.
"I'm tired. Getting married isn't fun at all."
Although Li Tingshen had prepared beautiful and comfortable flats for her, she still refused to get up.
