Chapter 2360 Desert (62)

It stands to reason that when a Turkic woman gets married, she will be drunk by the man next to her.

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

The more face the groom will have.

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

If you want to be strong, your wife will naturally be superior to others.

So, in order to make their face more face, Turkic men will hope that their bride will be surrounded by men when they are newly married.

Drinking like crazy.

To show the bride's welcome.

is a custom and a bad taste of men.

Very bad.

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

Put your own bad taste above the dignity of a woman.

The little princess didn't know this, because Adair Khan was so strong that no one dared to touch her.

Can't even touch the hair.

The boldness to break the custom, under the pressure of power, no one dares to discuss it.

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

The atmosphere is just right, and the night is also good.

Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't use it for fun at this time?

The little princess who was being carried quietly lifted the cloak cap.

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

She glanced back to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, I didn't see anything.

All she could see was felt tents, which perfectly blocked her sight and also perfectly blocked those voices.

She tilted her head and stared at it without blinking, her beautiful eyeballs were extraordinarily clear.

It seems that the stars are hidden, and under the reflection of the bonfire in the distance, they are full of light.

Soft and transparent light.

Clean and beautiful, not contaminated by a little dirt.

Adel 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.

Showing a beautiful white face, and those extraordinarily moving eyes.

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

staring at him, with the soft beauty of a woman from the Central Plains, and a different kind of exotic style.

Extraordinarily eye-catching.

Beautiful as a fairy coming out of a painting.

Adel Khan looked at her with dark and deep eyes that were always cold.

Like a beast lurking in the dark, it is calm, but its sharp claws are slowly stretched out.

Wait for the opportunity.

He is tall and has a great figure.

He is bronze in color, with well-defined and deep facial features.

Bending down slightly, when he was at eye level with her, his breath was very strong.

Too strong, giving people a strong sense of aggression.

Like a wolf on the prairie, watching her quietly.

also did not speak.

with her nose tip to nose tip.

breath intertwine.

Hot and hot.

"..." Her eyes blinked.

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

The obtrusive veil was thrown aside.

He moved closer, even took a step forward.

Beside her ear, the tip of the tall nose is against her ear.

Broad shoulders can almost cover her whole.

With a few small movements, the veil on the head was untied.

The masterpiece carefully prepared by the maids was slowly dismantled by him in this way.

She hugged him, putting her arms around his waist.

Consciously rubbed against him and hugged him tightly.

"Do I look good?"

She spoke briskly, standing on tiptoe slightly.

The makeup on the face is very light, only lip balm is applied.

After rubbing, the lip balm was on his chest.

(end of this chapter)