The luxurious wedding room was so luxurious that everyone could see it.

　　The dim yellow light set off a more ambiguous atmosphere in the room. Under the light, the red carpeted ground was soft.

　　Ye Zhanmei was sitting quietly on the bed, wearing a white wedding dress. The layers of gauze were decorated with precious flowers, and the waist was a plain phoenix that was embroidered with gold silk, which was very beautiful.

　　At this moment, she was listening carefully to the sound outside, and her face was flushed.

　　Today was the day she got married. Her husband was having a feast outside, and he was about to appear.

　　"Clatter—" With a thud, the door of the white carved railing was opened from the outside, and a man dressed in a white suit staggered towards them.

　　In the dim yellow light, the man stood there quietly, with a bright forehead, fine eyebrows carved by nature, a high straight nose, and thin lips.

　　But his eyes were full of coldness. Even though he was surrounded by the smell of wine, his expression was clear, indifferent, and calm.

　　"Yanzhi..." Ye Zhanmei slowly looked up, and his face turned redder. He had seen her many times, but he still could not help being shocked by her appearance.

　　What responded to her was that the male's footsteps became more and more unsteady. Then, he walked in front of her. He narrowed his eyes, his pupils scattering. "Congratulations, you've obtained what you wished for!" His voice was similarly ice-cold.

　　Ye Zhanmei's body stiffened all of a sudden. It was as if she had changed into a different person.

　　The next second, Yan Zheke's body was out of control and she fell to the side.

　　"You're drunk, stop talking nonsense!" Ye Zhan stepped forward and supported his body, but was immediately swept away by someone else.

　　"Don't touch me!" The man frowned.

　　Ye Zhanmei's fingertips trembled slightly for a moment, and the dislike in his eyes was obvious.

　　"Yanzhi, tonight... is our wedding night..." Her voice sounded like a long sigh in the night.

　　On the new wedding night... The sarcasm on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious. He turned to face the woman next to him, and then slowly smiled, "You are right, Miss Ye. The new wedding night, you should do something!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward and heavily pressed Ye Zhanmei under his body, pulling off her clothes hard.

　　Ye Zhanmei was finally scared. Her body stiffened for a long time before she finally came to a realization. "Yanzhi, what are you doing..."

　　"What are you doing?" Yan Sha sneered. "Isn't this what you, Miss Ye, want? In that case, I'll give it to you!"

　　The moment he finished speaking, Ye Zhanmei felt a chill run down his spine.

　　"Yan Zhi, don't..." She stared at the man in front of her and did not know him at all.

　　"If you refuse now, then I hope you'll refuse me completely in the future!" He still had the aroma of alcohol on his body, but his words were cold.

　　Ye Zhanmei's movements froze in an instant. She looked at the man on her body. After a long time, she reached out to hold his neck and sent it to her lips.

　　Today was her wedding night, so she was willing.

　　However... he stopped talking and avoided her kiss. He only reached out to pull off her clothes casually, and then it belonged to himself. During the whole process, there was no trace of desire in his eyes.

　　There was no kiss, only an enemy-like attack on the land.

　　"Ye Zhanmei, this is your own choice. You'll have to bear all the consequences yourself!" His voice was still tinged with a hint of chilliness.

　　Ye Zhan's eyes were slightly narrowed. He should be happy at this moment, but he felt sour.

　　"Yanyu Brother..." Her voice was soft and gentle.

　　When he stopped speaking, his body shook, but it was still frozen in a flash.

　　It was not a good wedding night, but...Ye Zhanmei was satisfied.

　　He was already hers, what else was there to demand?

　　She didn't know how long it took, but she felt that the man's body gradually softened, and his movements were much softer.

　　In the haze, Ye Zhanmei felt that her cheek was gently touched, as if she were treating a treasure. Then, she saw the combination of the drunkenness and gentleness.

　　"Water Sound..."