The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",If I'm not mistaken, the spray-like marks are because the xi niang (traditional Chinese wedding matchmaker) was struck by a palm and sent flying.,But seeing, the bedroom was deep, with a rosewood carved bed, and crimson sheets embroidered with mandarin ducks were spread down, one white slender arm emerged.。