I felt as though I had fallen into a dream.
Beneath me, Yiran, in a pure white, holy wedding dress, had a beautiful face intertwined with shyness and happiness, more beautiful and dreamy than I remembered.
She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, unblinking, filled with tenderness.
Uh!
We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies, my bath towel quickly slid off, revealing everything, and I was about to remove that wedding dress from her, but she grabbed my hand.
"Xiao Yang, don't remove it, I want to wear it... Don't you like it?"
I was stunned for a moment.
What Yiran meant was... while wearing the wedding dress...
I shivered suddenly, my whole body plunging into an extremely excited state; this was a new experience I had never attempted before. Our relationship was thrilling enough on its own, but the addition of the wedding dress... that multiplied the thrill countless times over...
"I love it!"
