The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Late at night, the old castle is brightly lit.

A black limousine is parked outside the complex gate, with black railings, revealing majesty and solemnity.

Shenmu glanced sideways at the familiar castle outside the car window, and suddenly felt an inexplicable and strange feeling.

She is married, and hereafter, it will be her home.

She remembered that in the church, Daddy dragged her hand, led her step by step to the red point, and handed her hand to César, the hidden and complicated light in his eyes.

Daddy hopes that she can be happy, she knows how helpless and painful it is for him to respect her choice.

In front of her family, she was so willful that she couldn't be more willful.

She just put her hand on the doorknob, and the car door in front of her was already opened. She was stunned, and a hand with distinct bones was stretched out in front of her. It was a hand she was familiar with.

Shenmu raised her head to look at him, her handsome eyebrows and dark green eyes looked at her motionlessly, the color in her eyes seemed affectionate.

Her heart softened suddenly, and she quietly placed her hand on his.

His big warm hand immediately held her palm, and in the next second, he had already bent down and hugged her by the waist.

The white wedding dress was so long that it almost reached the ground, but it looked extraordinarily beautiful in such a dark night.

César glanced at the woman in his arms, and unconsciously raised a smile on the corner of his lips, with a small but deep smile.

Shenmu thought it would be very lively in the castle, but with Hughes and Mo Bai's temperaments, they would not let it go without making a big fuss. In their lifetime, her brother was the first to get married, but his brother was in a special situation at that time, and then It was her and Cesare.

"Aren't they here?" After thinking about it, he still asked, breaking the deadlock of silence between them.

César snorted coldly, "Drive away."

On his wedding night, why did so many messy people come to make trouble, he didn't know to let them come, and they wouldn't leave until dawn?

Then what kind of marriage is he still doing, and what kind of bridal chamber is he.

Therefore, Shenmu was carried by César all the way, through the garden, across the cobblestone path, through the living room, and up the stairs.

The castle was very quiet, and there were no unnecessary people left, except for the necessary servants who basically didn't make any noise.

There was a layer of red carpet on the stairs, which was thick and long. As far as she could see, everything she could see was covered with a festive atmosphere.

It seemed that everything was changed, even when she didn't realize it, little by little, everything changed into a different look.

The castle is very old, and there are still red burning candles on the wooden handrails on both sides of the stairs. The flames flicker and extend all the way to the top.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at her white wedding dress and the red carpet complementing each other. The sharp color contrast was very beautiful.

The door of the bedroom was kicked open, pulling Shenmiao's thoughts back at once, she looked at the man who was holding her speechlessly, couldn't he open the door properly?

César walked in the door, and then called the door hook again, and there was another loud sound.

Shenmu turned her head and looked at the bedroom in front of her. This was his original bedroom and also... her wedding room tonight.

Most of the layout has not changed, but the color and temperament of the whole room seem to have changed.

The big red bed is just the right color, it seems that if it is too dark, it is too dark, and if it is light, it is too light.

The curtains have also been replaced, light gray, piled up layer by layer.

On the small table next to the single sofa, there was a vase on it, filled with white roses, and there were a few drops of water on it, which looked delicate and charming.

Her mind was still focused on the changes in the room. Except for the time she fainted and woke up here, she never collapsed a step further.

"You can let me down..." She came back to her senses, and was about to speak, and then she was spinning for a while, and before she could react, she had already fallen back on the bed.

The quilt under her body was soft and thick, but the man who covered her up pressed her heavily.

Looking at each other, she looked at the man on her body without moving, but frowned slightly.

Without words, Shenmu thought he would say something, such as their unprepared marriage, such as An Mo, such as his relationship with her.

But he didn't say anything, leaned over and kissed her without any hesitation. The dense kisses fell like raindrops on her bare shoulders, collarbone, smooth neck, and thin lips rubbed against her skin, bringing out her tenderness. Layers of trembling.

Shenmu bit her lips, and said in a low voice, "Cesar, I want to take a bath, let me take a bath..."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to push him.

The strength is not very strong, but the movement of pushing and rejecting is obvious.

"Bath?" His movements stopped, his eyes were dark, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, his hands touched her waist, his eyes locked her face tightly.

For some reason, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Nodding, her voice was still very low, "Well, I'm going to take a shower, today...too tired."

It is very tiring, getting married is really a tiring thing, even if she doesn't have to do anything, in fact she is already much more relaxed than other brides, but her body is weak, so she is too tired.

In the next second, she clearly felt his hands wrapping around her waist from her waist to her back.

Lips climbed up to her ears, nibbled and licked slowly, indescribably intimate, and sprayed on her skin with a scorching breath, and a hoarse voice rang seductively in her ears, "Mu Mu is so tired, let me wash it for you, okay?"

Shenmu only felt that his breath was being taken away by someone, and the movement of pushing and rejecting with his hands was even weaker, "No need, I can do it myself..."

She didn't finish her sentence, because his hand on her back had slowly slid down, with the zipper on the back, ready to peel off the wedding dress on her body together.

His hand has been holding the gun for a long time, and a thin callus has grown on it. When it brushes against her skin, it makes people feel shuddering.

"Come by yourself, how can it be?" He continued to kiss her, and slowly took off her wedding dress little by little, without any haste. Shenmu couldn't say that he cooperated much, but he didn't show much resistance either.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere is too good, or because there is no strong sign of retreat in his eyes at all, but she never really resisted.

Originally, she didn't need to resist, and even for her, it was right to keep going.

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