Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Logically speaking, when a Turkic woman gets married, she will be made drunk by the man next to her.

The more wine the men drink and the closer they dance to her, the more popular the woman is.

The groom's face will be more respectable.

Turkic people are good-looking, but Turkic men are even better.

If you want to be strong, your mother-in-law must also be superior to others.

Therefore, in order to make themselves more respectable, Turkic men will hope that their brides will be surrounded by men when they get married.

Drinking like crazy.

To show the bride's welcome.

It is a custom and a bad taste of men.

Very bad.

Almost every time, the bride's clothes are stripped off.

Putting one's own bad taste above a woman's dignity.

The little princess didn't know this, because Adal Khan was too strong and no one dared to touch her.

Don't even touch your hair.

Under the heavy pressure of power, no one dares to question the boldness of breaking conventions.

The Great Khan didn't say anything and just flirted with the maid next to him.

The atmosphere is just right and the night is nice.

Wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't use it to have fun at this time?

The little princess who was being held quietly lifted her cloak and hat.

Those blushing voices became smaller and smaller, and gradually faded away.

She glanced behind her to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, I didn't see anything.

All she could see were felt tents, which perfectly blocked her sight and the sounds.

She tilted her head and stared without blinking, her beautiful eyes particularly clear.

It's like hiding stars, glowing under the reflection of the bonfire in the distance.

Soft yet transparent light.

Clean and beautiful, not contaminated by any dirt.

Adal Khan carried her into the new house.

Stride.

"Adel Khan, just now..."

The little princess was put down and the hat was finally lifted off.

Revealing a beautiful and fair face, as well as a pair of particularly moving eyes.

She was also wearing a veil, a thin red veil that made her cheeks redder and her eyebrows brighter.

Staring at him, she had the softness of a Central Plains woman and a different kind of exotic style.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

As beautiful as a fairy walking out of a painting.

Adele Khan looked at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes that were always cold.

Like a beast lurking in the dark, it remains calm but its sharp claws slowly stretch out.

Waiting for the opportunity.

He is very tall and has a majestic figure.

He is bronzed in color and has clear and deep facial features.

He leaned down slightly and looked at her level, his aura was very strong.

Too strong, giving people a strong sense of aggression.

Like a wolf on the prairie, watching her quietly.

Nor spoke.

Nose to nose with hers.

Breathing intertwined.

Hot and hot.

"..." She blinked.

Soon, the cloak on her body was untied and fell to the ground.

The obstructive veil was cast aside.

He moved closer, even took a step forward.

Next to her ear, the tip of his tall nose touched her ear.

Her broad shoulders almost covered her entire body.

With a few subtle movements, the veil on her head was removed.

The masterpiece carefully prepared by the maids was slowly opened by him like this.

She hugged him and put her hands on both sides of his waist.

She consciously nuzzled him and hugged him tightly.

"Do I look good?"

She spoke lightly and stood on tiptoe slightly.

The makeup on her face was very light, just lipstick.

After rubbing it, the lipstick was smeared on his chest.