Sun Qing looked at Zhao Jianfeng with a strange expression.
Then, she winked meaningfully at Ye Tian, "Xiao Tian, reorganizing a wedding is a big deal for your Sister Shen."
"You must contribute your efforts in two days."
She deliberately emphasized the words "contribute your efforts."
Ye Tian naturally understood the implication of his aunt's words.
He couldn't help but imagine himself, dressed as a groomsman, holding Sister Shen in her wedding dress, in the dressing room on the day of the wedding, violently thrusting his Furious Dragon back and forth.
Sister Shen was the first warmth he had felt after arriving in the big city.
She had always held a special place in his heart.
If it hadn't been for Sister Shen's "relatives" visiting, she would definitely have been the first woman he got in his life.
The more Ye Tian thought about it, the more he found himself unable to stop.
The Furious Dragon in his pants felt like it was about to raise its head.
