Xiao Bao believed in the beauty beauty of flowers and the moon. Today's bride was dressed in black clothes, and the color of her makeup was quite gorgeous. The red veil, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, had long been removed. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw Xie Xian's bow. Her beauty was boundless, and her appearance was peerless. Everyone in the room, from Langjun to the wives, couldn't help but breathe in unison.
This was also because the bride had always been arrogant and domineering. To a certain extent, it detract from her beauty. Otherwise, wouldn't she have gone crazy from all the attention?
Xie Xian's ears were filled with gasps of cold air. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Baoxin smiling brightly. It was so dazzling that it blinded his eyes. His heart suddenly stopped. He would die in her hands sooner or later.
Then, she felt as if her heart was filled with more than ten buckets of vinegar.
