"Jiang Lin...Is this a liking?"

The imitated little hand was on the back of Jiang Lin's hand, and the weak and boneless little hand was trembling slightly.

This light grip seemed to have exhausted her life's strength...

It's better like a little cat, stretched out a small pad and put it on the back of the owner's hand, trying to see if he hates himself.

But.....

Seeing the tenderness overflowing in her eyes and feeling the slight trembling and warm temperature in her palms, how could Jiang Lin hate it.

Don't say it's annoying, Jiang Lin feels that her heart will be taken away by her at this moment!

I don't know how many times this kind of natural charming technique is better than that of Shui Chan.

Especially the contrast between the high cold on the battlefield and the current shyness, it makes people's hearts tremble...

Moreover, I like what I said...

If this is not like, then what is like...

"It should be... there should be nothing wrong..."

Jiang Linran held her little hand, wrapped the weak and boneless little hand tightly in his palm, and said with a blushing old face.

While holding his tender and slippery little hand, Jiang Lin felt guilty in his heart. After all, he was a lied to the marriage...

But Jiang Lin is reluctant to let go...

"Fuck! Am I really not a good thing..." Jiang Lin was scolding himself in his heart, but the strength of his palm did not drop a point!

But the imitation who was kneading and playing with her little hands by Jiang Lin just lowered her head shyly.

It was the first time that his little hand was held by a man like this, and it was the first time that he was so played with, but I found that I didn't hate it at all.

Not only is it not disgusting, but in her heart, the kind of joy that is slowly spreading like sugar, sweet, wants Jiang Lin to hold his hand like this until the sky is old.

"Don't...don't just hold my hand, the hour...the hour is here...Don't miss the hour..."

After a stick of incense, the palms of the two of them were already sweating, but they still didn't let go.

"Huh? Hmm..."

Jiang Lin just recovered, he really hasn't finished the ceremony!

And tonight is not just an imitation, I have to go to Qin'er's residence.

If you don't leave soon...it's probably morning...

After the reminder of the imitation, Jiang Lin let go of the imitation's hand somewhat reluctantly, and stood up and said: "The girl is rude."

Yu Fang also stood up, bent her knees for the first time, put her hands on her well-proportioned thighs without the slightest amount of fat, and bowed her body: "Please give me your advice."

After the words fell, Yuxian stood up, held the skirt with her small hands, and gently lifted it up, revealing her white and tender ankles, in sharp contrast with the red embroidered shoes.

While singing Pleasant Goat and Miracle Reappearance in his heart, Jiang Lin squatted down in front of the imitation and drew out the bony skirt knife.

Seeing that the skirt press knife that he had been tied to his thigh under the skirt was held in his hand, I was extremely shy in his heart, but he was very happy.

Happy that his skirt-pressing knife is in his hand, and very happy that his skirt-pressing knife has melted his blood.

I am also very happy. It is him who can hold his skirt knife...

In fact, as far as I can remember, I don’t think he will get married at all...

Even if you are the last ferocious beast in the world, what is it to do with yourself?

Do I have to find a Taoist companion to bear the responsibility of reproduction?

This is not necessary...

Because no matter what, the ancient alien beasts will not disappear, and sooner or later there will be monsters returning to their ancestors and evolving.

Just as the dragon returns to the ancestors, and the sparrows become phoenixes after bathing in the fire, naturally there will be the Jinghushan raccoon returning to the ancestors and becoming ferocious. It just takes a little time...

So Xian Fang has long been ready to seek the truth alone...

But until I met him...

Looking at Jiang Lin, who was kneeling in front of her, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, and her transparent eyes could not help but feel a little dazed...

Even his hands are shaking slightly, are they nervous?

The corner of the girl's mouth could not help but tick.

He looks nervous...so cute...

In fact, Jiang Lin is really nervous...

Calming down, I saw Jiang Lin traverse the knife and pointed the blade at the hem of the girl's skirt.

The skirt-pressing knife is like a flying sword of life. It recognizes the master and will not harm its master.

So Jiang Lin doesn't have to worry about the skirt pressing knife cutting her skin.

But Jiang Lin was still cautious, for fear that this flawless jade leg would be ruined in his own hands.

The blade slashed, and the skirt-pressing knife cut a hole in the skirt of the girl's wedding dress, and a thin line was exposed under the skirt of the white skin.

The knife passed the skirt crack.

Beware that your sweetheart will use his own skirt knife to cut the wedding dress, then, this is a symbol of bidding farewell to the young girl's years, and has become the wife of others.

Marriage after ten days is a secular custom, but the completion of this skirt-cutting ceremony already shows that the two are married and are each other's husband and wife.

"Husband...husband..."

The lips and teeth are slightly opened, and the tone is soft, if the cotton candy can generally soften into the hearts of others.

"Hmm..." Jiang Lin was also blushing old, and put the skirt-pressing knife close to his body.

Before coming, Jiang Lin had also learned from those maids.

After the ritual of cutting the skirt, this personal thing that the girl always wears on her body, from this moment on, truly belongs to Jiang Lin.

It also means that the imitation belongs to Jianglin, and it is Jianglin's possession, never centrifugal.

But Jiang Lin always felt that those maids didn't tell the whole story, and he always felt that they were hiding something?

"Sorrow... Madam..."

"Um....."

"My husband would like to ask, does the skirt-pressing knife have any other meaning besides completing the wedding ceremony?"

"Huh?" When Jiang Lin asked, his brows frowned slightly, and the power of the Eight Desolates in the room even began to restlessly, and the flash of killing intent made the temperature of the room a little bit colder!

That's right! That is killing intent! right!

Doesn't this skirt press really have any other meanings? !

"That..... Curious.... I am just curious. I have no other meaning. If it is inconvenient, then forget it."

Cold sweat broke out on Jiang Lin's forehead.

"So... I thought... I thought my husband was going to abandon me~lightnovelpub.net~ I was relieved.

"abandon?"

"Um."

Xiaoxian nodded obediently.

"The other meaning of this skirt-pressing knife is that if the husband changes his heart and always gives up, then the woman will use this skirt-pressing knife to split her husband's chest, take out the heart, and eat it."

Jiang Lin: "???"

"But don't worry, husband..." Yan Xiu blushed and pulled the corner of Jiang Lin's clothes, Nuo Nuo said, "The concubine body won't do that like that."

"That's good..." Jiang Lin hugged her, hugging her tender and smooth waist.

But when Jiang Lin thought that his wife was still the best, he just listened to the imitation speaking slowly and gently:

"The concubine body does not only want to swallow the heart of the husband, but the whole person must swallow it, so as not to leave the husband to the fox spirits!"

Jiang Lin: "......"