For a moment, the entire room was enveloped in a solemn atmosphere, the silence was deafening. Seeing this, Shenfeng, who had been crying sadly, trembled and hurriedly scrambled up, vanishing in a whiff of smoke.
Watching Shenfeng's nimble movements, Ye Ling couldn't help but clench his teeth—so damn noble of him.
"Nine Tribulations! You bastard! Tell me, who are these women, dressed so oddly, with their not-really-clothes, so ugly!" the woman in white fumed with rage.
Shen Yuexin couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head she said, "Tsk tsk, such a country bumpkin. This is a wedding dress—do you even know what a wedding dress is? It's the happiest clothing one wears during marriage!"
"Forget it, forget it. How could a country bumpkin like you understand the meaning of a wedding dress?"
