His robe looked simple, but it was a bit troublesome to put on, especially the belt. She had to put it around his waist from behind and buckle it for him.
"Your belt is so perverted!" Gu Xijiu muttered.
Di Fuyi chuckled: "I have always disdained being the same as others, and the same goes for my belt."
He stood there with his long body, arms raised, waiting for her to buckle his belt.
Gu Xijiu looked at his back, and for some reason, she remembered the naked back she had accidentally seen just now...
Her heartbeat seemed to have skipped a beat, but she immediately stepped forward to wrap her arms around his waist and buckle his belt.
His breath was quiet, and when she hugged him like this, she could feel his thin and smooth muscle lines. The breath also lingered on the tip of her nose, making her heartbeat skip another beat.
But her heart seemed to have a strong regulatory function, and it only missed a beat and then returned to normal.
Di Fuyi closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing her heartbeat.
Her heartbeat was strong and relaxed, showing no signs of beating fast.
His fingers clenched slightly in his sleeves, feeling extremely frustrated once again! She was also indifferent to his beauty. Is her heart really made of stone? Or is it that as a creator god, he is born without desires and ruthlessness
He had the helplessness of showing his charming eyes to a blind man.
I'm afraid that all his efforts will be just a mirror image...
For the first time in his life, he had the idea of giving up.
Five delicate fingers dangled in front of him: "I'm back!"
He suddenly woke up and looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and his heart surged with passion!
In any case, she was wearing this wedding dress for him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away: "Let's go! Let's go! Don't waste the time!"
Gu Xijiu: "..."
He was the one who had been dawdling in all kinds of ways just now, and now he was in a panic again!
She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held her tightly and spoke sternly: "According to the rules, you should hold me and get into the wedding car at this moment. Do you hold me or hold me?"
Gu Xijiu: "..."
She held his hand with her backhand and said sincerely: "Let's hold it."
So, the two came out arm in arm.
The people outside were waiting anxiously, fearing that the groom would regret running away, but now they were relieved to see the two of them coming out holding hands so affectionately.
When they were about to get into the car, Di Fuyi picked her up with his backhand. Gu Xijiu was taken aback and subconsciously hugged his neck.
The people around couldn't help but cheer loudly.
"It should be the groom who carries the bride into the sedan chair. Although you are marrying me, since you don't want to hold me, it will be the same if I hold you instead. The rules cannot be broken." Di Fuyi called her and stopped her in time. Poisonous hand'.
One of her little fingers was pointed directly at the vital part of his neck. It was obvious that this was her instinctive reaction.
Gu Xijiu's raised little finger finally dropped. Why are there so many rules...
However, she doesn't seem to hate these rules.
The procession finally started again, with flower girls in front throwing flower petals to clear the way, and an honor guard meandering behind, with trumpeters playing joy in the middle, making it lively and joyful. Even the people on both sides of the street were smiling.
Gu Xijiu and Di Fuyi were sitting side by side in the car. There was only one row of seats in the car, and they could fit two people right next to each other.
Although Gu Xijiu often had skin-to-skin contact with him, sitting crowded together with him dressed like this still felt a little wrong.
(End of chapter)