No makeup, no fancy hairpins.

The face is plain and white, with an oval face that glows softly like mutton-fat jade.

A bright red hairband **** her long, soft, black hair, which reached her waist and hung loosely.

Like a rose-blood enchantress, her little bit of beauty is completely covered up by her charming appearance.

Her eyes are pure and clear, her pupils are soft and bright, her cheeks are white and her lips are full of red.

The beauty is so breathtaking that it almost makes everything around it pale.

However, she didn't know it and was still in a daze, staring at him with her beautiful eyes without blinking, as if waiting for him to continue playing with it.

 “What’s wrong?” She wondered, before she could react, “Are you dressed?”

 Looking down at herself, she carefully touched the almost weightless fine clothes on her body. She muttered: "Wearing so many clothes, getting married is really tiring..."

Unfortunately, this is only the first step - after getting dressed, you still need to put on makeup and do your hair... There are still many subsequent processes, which are very troublesome.

 It's troublesome, but she can dress herself up to look very good, so she still likes it more than she doesn't.

 After touching it, she raised her head and looked at the man in front of her who suddenly stopped moving.

 He looked at her steadily, his eyes falling on her, his light purple eyes dim and quiet.

He seemed to be looking at her carefully, from head to toe, not even a single hair.

She hasn't put on makeup or hair yet, so she thinks she's looking very plain now, and she doesn't know what he's looking at.

 Looking down at herself again, she said to herself: "Don't you look good?"

 She felt a little unconfident as he kept looking at her.

 Touching the finely knitted and beautiful flowers on the skirt, she raised her head and smiled like a star: "I like it even if it doesn't look good. I like it very much."

“Can I wear this outfit when I get married?”

  She looked around, picked up the red hijab, and put it on her head. It's not all covered, just like this, covering half of it lightly.

Hiding the upper half of her face, only revealing her soft red lips, her smiling teeth are white: "This is the bride, and she can go to the bridal chamber."

"..." The man who had been looking at her quietly, his eyes became more and more gentle, and the hot and burning love was hidden in the speechless eyes.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, and just let out a soft hum.

The sound came from the chest with a beating heart, trembling slightly, and the breathing seemed to be light, not daring to increase the intensity.

That was the girl he had been waiting for for a long time, and finally arrived - dressed in a wedding dress, she appeared in front of him in a very real and vivid way.

That was a picture he could never dream of no matter how many times he tried. Now, it finally came true.

 This is his gift, given to him by her - she always has the ability to give him what he wants without even knowing it.

With his breath trembling and his chest burning, he took a deep breath and slowly calmed down the surging emotions that were almost out of control.

The eyes are deep and understanding, but slightly red, which is not easily noticeable.

  Closing his eyes, he suppressed the hissing in his throat, opened his mouth, and called her softly: "Si Si..."

"Um?"

The beautiful man with the red hijab was playing with her, still responding to him without realizing it.

Feeling that it was not good to cover her head all the time, she took it off and looked at it.

She was about to speak when suddenly, the man in front of her who had been motionless embraced her.

 Sudden strong force, tightly bound.

His breath covers her, deep, hot and unbearably erotic.