Su Liuhuo subconsciously raised his hand and covered his mouth. He was stunned for a while and suddenly turned around, "No, no, this must not work, I'm not suitable."

She usually wears simple outfits, and since she broke up with Luo Jincheng, she rarely wears long dresses. Such fairy things are definitely not suitable for her. You should know that she is actually a rough girl and rarely applies a facial mask.

She turned around and wanted to escape, but was stopped by Liang Cheng, "No, believe me, Huo'er, give it a try."

I don’t know if it was once regarded as a shadow of others, but Su Liuhuo had the urge to run away, but he couldn’t lift his legs.

"Liang Cheng, I, me," she said incoherently, "I didn't look good when I wore long skirts before, really."

"Believe me, it looks good, it's different from what you've worn before." Liang Cheng didn't know that she was dressed by Luo Jincheng before and was about to become Li Jingchen, but the past has passed, and the years have moved forward step by step. Although people don't have to turn around to face the past, they should at least have the courage to recall.

Now, Luo Jincheng is like a poisonous sore growing on Su Liuhuo's body, reluctance to leave, but it also occurs from time to time, and the pain is unbearable.

What he wanted to do was to make Su Liuhuo's medicine. Although it was not necessary to cut out the poisonous sores, it could not make Su Liuhuo hurt any more.

Su Liuhuo sweated on his forehead, looking at Liang Cheng and didn't know what to say.

Liang Cheng said again: "Huo'er, the wedding dress is also very long. Even if you don't wear this outfit, you have to wear something else. If it's not suitable, I will never let you wear it again."

Looking at the man's earnest eyes, Su Liuhuo could no longer say anything to refuse.

Seeing her hesitation, Liang Cheng said again: "Don't worry, Huo'er, I will keep my word. Just try it once and let me see, is it OK?"

Su Liuhuo bit his lip, looked at Liang Cheng, and then looked at the wedding dress, "Then... I'll try it."

"Do you want help?" Liang Cheng shook his eyes at her.

Su Liuhuo's face turned red and blood, "No!"

She took off her wedding dress from the model in a hurry and hugged it into the bathroom. Soon after, a strange scream came from another, "Why is it behind the back?"

Before, she only looked at the front and thought it was very fairy, but not the back. In fact, it was also very sexy.

"Do you want help?" Liang Cheng secretly stumbled on the bathroom door and deliberately scared her.

Su Liuhuo was afraid that he would just break in like this. Although he had been getting along with each other for the past few days, Liang Cheng didn't know what happened recently, and he often hugged her and got angry. She didn't dare to challenge his patience in his room.

The gauze was swaying, soft and delicate, and Su Liuhuo walked out of the inside with the hem of the skirt.

Her hair gradually grew longer, and was covered with a bun and was pressed on her head. A few strands of hair fell loosely, simple and lazy, revealing her slender neck and white ears.

Liang Cheng was originally leaning against the wall and waiting for her carelessly, but when the door opened, his body froze.

He had known that this wedding dress was the most suitable for her, but when she wore the wedding dress on her body, it still broke his perception.

The wedding dress is very fairy, but she is very real. Her clear eyes are a little shy and a little uneasy, and her eyes fall on him and are eager for it.

Liang Cheng suddenly felt the urge to pounce on her and kiss her, and his heart was filled with anger that he wanted to rub her into his arms. That's what he thought and did.

The hot lips rolled over her bright redness, swallowing her voice, and wishing she could embed her in his arms, never separated.

When Su Liuhuo reacted, he was already pressed on the bed and kissed him enthusiastically, as if he had died once and his brain was deficient in oxygen.
Chapter completed!