Chapter 117
Is this necessary? Isn't it just to whitewash Feng Ming? Even getting married feels like playing the bride and groom game with children. There's no solemnity or sacredness to it. But if I don't get married, how can I quickly get Feng Ming to let down his guard and connect with me? Damn it! Cang Ran is still waiting for me. He must be so anxious right now. If I don't go back quickly, who knows what trouble will arise. My fake agreement is just a temporary solution. There's no other way.
"Yunniu'er, you underestimate my abilities. Don't worry, I will definitely give you an unforgettable night, hehe..." Feng Ming turned Xia Lingjun's body and said with a smile, "You have to promise to give me an unforgettable night too..."
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When Xia Lingjun followed Feng Ming back, she was stunned. How on earth did this guy do that? It was only half an hour later!
She looked around with her eyes wide open. This was not the villa she had visited last time. This was a small white wooden house located in the suburbs. The house had three or four rooms. It was not big, but very warm and elegant. It was surrounded by a small white fence, which was covered with flowers of various colors in full bloom.
The main door in the middle of the white wooden house was wrapped with balloons. The green grass outside was just sprouting tender green buds. There were wooden horses and swings. When Xia Lingjun pushed the door open and walked in, she was even more dumbfounded. She could collect all kinds of pictures about romantic wedding arrangements, but she couldn't find such a warm and fairy-tale arrangement. She was moved in an instant. Women are always easily moved.
Hanging on the wall in the middle of the room was a huge painting, which was covered tightly with a white cloth. Feng Ming walked forward with a warm smile. With a "whoosh", the white cloth fell down, and the person in the painting immediately appeared. His every frown and smile, every anger and joy was wonderful and charming. He looked too much like a bird, as if he was hung on the wall himself. How did he have the time to paint that? He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.
"Yunniu'er, how's it going?" Feng Ming walked over and proudly shook Xia Lingjun's hand. "Fuck!" You're kidding! As long as Feng Ming gave the order, the mercenaries would immediately get all the most beautiful flowers, the most beautiful silks, the most romantic candlelight in the city, and then arrange them with the fastest and most ingenious design. Of course, he hadn't shown the painting to anyone else, so he covered it with a white cloth. Because Yunniu'er was the only one who could see her, everyone else should get the best of her.
The painting was drawn by him personally. When Yunniuer left, he was extremely melancholy and poured his feelings into the painting. He wanted to take back the person in the painting because this was the person he wanted most.
Of course, the mercenaries weren't surprised at all when the arrangement was being made, and no one was willing to peel back the white cloth to find out what was inside. They were all used to Feng Ming's various bizarre ideas and actions. Feng Ming once asked them to build him a Disneyland in half an hour. Holy shit! Disneyland! How could it be that easy? The result was predictable: they failed and were all crushed to death by Feng Ming.
Later, Feng Ming performed many more amazing things, but in order to survive, their work efficiency became higher and higher. Not to mention decorating a small white house, even moving Disney here would not be impossible.
The bed was covered with roses. The flowers were beautiful, without a drop of dew or a dead leaf. The stems had been cleared away long ago, and not even a single one could be found. If one was found, puff... someone would lose their head.
The bed sheets had just been changed, made of the softest swan down, and even the lights on the ceiling had been changed to birds, with the candlelight shining warmly and poetically.
Xia Lingjun looked at Feng Ming. There was a warm smile in his eyes. She smiled at him, but the smile froze at her lips before it could fully bloom. Feng Ming suddenly hugged her and said, "Yunniu'er, I promise you will like it."
"Ah?" As the wardrobe door opened, what appeared before Xia Lingjun's eyes was a dreamy, elegant and fairy-like wedding dress. Was there any mistake? There were wedding dresses in this world. Even if Feng Ming was so awesome, it was impossible for him to make a wedding dress for her in such a short time, right?
"Junniu'er, let me help you put on your clothes." Feng Ming gently put Xia Lingjun down and reached out to untie her clothes.
"No! I'll do it myself. It's better for me to do it myself." Xia Lingjun's face flushed. Women all love beauty. Everyone wants to try such a beautiful wedding dress. Even if she is as tough as a slut, she is still a woman at heart.
"Yunniu'er, you shy bird. Actually, I have seen almost everything I should have seen, hehe..." Feng Ming withdrew his hand with a smile on his lips.
"Go away! Are you going out or not?" Xia Lingjun smiled delicately.
"Just go out. Yunniuer wants to give me a surprise." Feng Ming put his hand into the product bag and stood lazily beside the cabinet. "Yunniuer, remember I only like to be happy, not surprised. Don't give me a surprise without joy." He didn't dare to let her out of his sight easily. He was always afraid that the things he had worked so hard to get would fly away, because he never believed that he was a lucky person who could have such a lucky thing.
His biggest worry was that Yunniuer had a portable space. Damn it! If he could get rid of it, he would have done it long ago. That way, he would be absolutely sure.
When Xia Lingjun opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, Feng Ming was leaning against the sofa. He turned his head and was completely stunned by the sight. It was stunning! The snow-white wedding dress exuded a holy, pure, and soft light. The entire wedding dress was a misty white, simple and exquisite, shimmering with a gorgeous and elegant charm, as if stained with the breath of an angel, and faintly shrouded in nobility and holiness.
No matter how beautiful a wedding dress is, it is not as beautiful as the person underneath it. The delicate and fitted waistband highlights the delicate and sexy body. The long, black hair hangs down like satin. The fair skin is so smooth that it seems to be blown away by the touch. There is no trace of makeup on her, but her stunning temperament is not concealed at all. The pair of watery black pupils are embedded in her small, oval face. The whole person looks like a fairy descending from the sky, floating and about to fly.
Feng Ming stared at Xia Lingjun with admiration. He slowly walked towards her, took her hand, and grasped her waist. He was about to press his lips against hers, but she dodged and slapped him. She lowered her head and pointed at her feet: "Do you want me to get married barefoot? Damn! I don't have high heels to match."
"I just love seeing you barefoot. You're more beautiful like this than anyone else." He gently tapped her nose and smiled, "The wedding ceremony officially begins. Heaven and earth are witnesses, the stars and the moon are our words." He took her hand and walked outside, facing the bright moon, pointing to the sky, saying, "I, Feng Ming, am willing to marry Xia Lingjun. I will love and protect her, and I will never leave her, no matter good or bad."
In the bright moonlight, Xia Lingjun turned her head to look at his face, which was more solemn and gentle than ever before. Her heart moved. In fact, she had no intention of marrying him at all. It was just a temporary measure. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she couldn't utter a word. She was asked to swear on the moon, puff... It seemed that God was dozing off and couldn't hear what she said. Even if he heard it, it didn't matter. She didn't believe it anyway.
"Yunniu'er, why don't you say anything? Do you regret it?" Feng Ming looked down at her, but his hands tightened.
"No! I never do anything I'll regret." So, Xia Lingjun accompanied Feng Ming in acting out a child's wedding game. She thought it was a game but he was extremely solemn and it didn't feel like a game at all.
"Yunniuer, you didn't lie to me?" Feng Ming said.
"..." Xia Lingjun's forehead was covered with black lines. She shook her head: "Why would I lie to you? Idiot!"
Feng Ming excitedly held her hand tightly. He felt so happy, so happy.
"Alright! Let's get on the bed!" After Xia Lingjun swore, she couldn't wait to clear his name. Pfft... She was thinking that Cang Ran would be extremely anxious. She had to go back as soon as possible! However, how could she face him naked without letting Feng Ming have any dirty thoughts? Pfft... It would be great if he couldn't do it all the time. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him sleeping with her. In fact, looking at Feng Ming's confused look, it wouldn't be a big deal if she slept with him! Damn... I'm going to lose my moral integrity.
There are too many handsome men in this world. She has several of them around her that she can't get rid of. To say that she doesn't have any ideas, haha... that's unrealistic! In fact, I once dreamed of becoming an empress with a harem full of concubines, hehe... peach blossoms are blooming, so disgusting... blooming and blooming, Cang Ran has become a male queen bird, haha...
"Yunniuer, you are too impatient, even more impatient than me. Come! Let's drink a cup of wine together, and then we can have sex, hehe... Actually, I am also impatient, but slow work makes fine work. I want to savor tonight carefully. I wonder if you will grind me... "
"Pfft..." Xia Lingjun chuckled lightly and lifted her wedding dress very readily, "Drink it if you want, then I'll torture you to death, haha..." Xia Lingjun thought that since I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, I might as well get you drunk to death, and then merge with you to achieve that connection. Even if I can't wash myself clean, I won't be seriously injured, because drunk people usually won't be on guard anymore. It's better to test his elemental power first. At worst, nothing will work, and I'll find a way to keep trying tomorrow.
"Slow down, come on!" Feng Ming pulled Xia Lingjun up and gently hugged her. Then he placed her bare feet on his own, their feet facing each other. He hugged her waist. He still felt like he was dreaming. He bit his tongue with his teeth. It hurt! This was real, not a dream.
He held her and moved slowly, his body touching her intentionally or unintentionally, and returned to the house. Music slowly sounded, candlelight was lit, and two tall glasses of translucent dark purple crystal wine exuded a faint fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of the candles. When they merged together, the whole room was filled with an ambiguous, confusing and elegant atmosphere.
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