Touch him

Touch him

Xuanyuan Chen's firm and powerful arm embraced Xie Qingrong's slender waist, and the two people's foreheads pressed tightly together. Xuanyuan Chen said gently: "A Rong, I seem to still owe you a wedding."

On that day, even though they had already married, their wedding hadn't been completed yet because their royal father had suddenly fainted.

That was why he had been thinking about when he could hold this new wedding ceremony. His A Rong, his wife, could not be so hasty in her marriage ceremony for the rest of her life.

Must be blessed by all.

Xie Qingrong shook her head lightly, meeting Xuanyuan Chen's gentle and doting gaze. The affection overflowing from her eyes seemed to be able to drown Xie Qingrong's entire body.

She laughed: "Chen, this matter is not urgent. Now there are more important things for you to do. "