An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

The 83th chapter wedding candle night (1)

With a big red scarf on my head, I am standing in the new house of Jiaofang Hall.

I was always worried.

Although I come from the 21st century, although I am a rich second generation, I have seen some things in the world and met many excellent men, but I have always kept myself clean, and I am even better than Xiaolongnv——Of course, I am a little dragonnv, who was "Yin Xiaolongnv" Zhiping" defiled the little dragon girl, but my heart is still pure.

Could it be that I really want to dedicate my pristine self to an ancient man whom I have never met before?
Could it be that tonight, I am going to have sex with this ancient man, and have a good relationship for a hundred years?

In my heart, I am still very unwilling.However, whether I want to be willing or not, I can't help myself. Who told me to be so sad, and to engage in time-traveling in a superb way?Travel to this BT dynasty.If I really want to have sex with this ancient man, and have a good relationship for a hundred years, should I do some tricks?For example, biting off a finger and posing as virgin blood.

I am no longer a virgin.

Although it is said that it is a virgin, on the wedding night, there will not necessarily be redness.I heard that the girl's membrane is very thin and fragile, and sometimes it will be accidentally broken when doing strenuous exercise that has nothing to do with the bed.But the ancient people didn't understand these things, and they were so persistent that they were almost ignorant.This matter is still relatively easy for modern men.

Oh, I'm not afraid of [-], just in case, I have to play by ear to prevent accidents.

If the emperor really came to my bridal chamber, the night of festivities and candles was worth a thousand dollars, and Long Yan was furious if he didn't see me falling red, maybe my head would not be able to rest safely on my neck.

I sat in the new room, motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

I sat for a long, long time.Sit until the sun goes down, until the sky is completely dark, and all the people in the new house, even the little maids and eunuchs, are gone.

All around, very quiet.

It's really quiet, so quiet that you can hear a needle drop to the ground.

I couldn't see the scenery outside the red cloth, I just felt that the surrounding red candles illuminated the whole space.Through the layer of red cloth, vaguely, I saw a red light rippling.The red light swayed faintly in the breeze, right and wrong, hesitant and hesitant, with the artistic conception of shooting a ghost movie.

(End of this chapter)