[Quick Wear] The White Lotus
[Quick Wear] The White Lotus — 20

In this era, same-sex marriage has become legal, and gay marriage is even more common.

As Zhan Yan said, July 18th is his and Bai Lian’s wedding. He and Bai Yehui have discussed this issue carefully and they think that the extension should not be delayed too long. The auspicious day of July 18th is the best.

The wedding date is approaching, and the days leading up to the banquet are very tense. All preparations for the additional gifts need his personal supervision. He wants to give Bai Lian a grand and memorable wedding, and there must be no omissions or mistakes in some trivial matters of the wedding. However, no matter how busy he was, he would always make enough time to accompany Bai Lian.

He was so good to Bai Lian that he controlled his normal life without making a sound. He did not let him do anything for him, such as eating, dressing, or going to the toilet. He unknowingly deprived Bai Lian of his ability to take care of himself. Bai Lian’s body was also conditioned by him to get used to sex. He almost did not need to get out of bed and was carried by him wherever he went. Being spoiled by this kind of decadent and parasite life, Bai Lian became more and more arrogant.

Before we knew it, it was July 18th, and an unprecedented grand wedding of the century quietly arrived. I really want to embrace… I really want to collect him, I really want to…

The makeup artist who has admired countless beauties was mesmerized by the beauty in the room at first sight. The makeup artist’s eyes fell on the pair of white jade feet. He really wanted to bind this pair of flawless feet tightly with golden chains, and then let the white and smooth feet be covered with blood-red scars during the struggle. He really wanted to cover his charming and beautiful eyes with a pure black handkerchief. He stretched out his hand and clenched it lightly in front of him, wanting to carefully touch those eyes and then kiss the slightly trembling eyelashes, making Bai Lian’s eyes stained with the moisture of the evening. Then he would kiss the other’s lips that were half-opened due to surprise, as if silently inviting him to kiss him and swallow any words of rejection, leaving only the passionate and uncontrollable moans in his stomach.

He walked towards Bai Lian in front of the makeup mirror like a lost soul, his passionate love making him clamor to possess her. He stared at Bai Lian blankly until the moment he looked towards him. He took a quick glance at her and suddenly withdrew his overly focused gaze, two suspicious blushes appearing on his silly face.

“Who are you?” Bai Lian asked crisply with his watery cat eyes, his delicate pink toes slightly curled up as they sank into the soft carpet. “I, I, Madam, I…”

The beauty is talking to himself. The makeup artist was so excited that he was speechless. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bai Lian: “Madam? Who? Me?” Bai Lian pointed at himself.

“Madam, the head of the family asked us to call you that.” An indescribable fascination and desire suddenly emerged in the makeup artist’s eyes, and his hands couldn’t help but tremble. He wanted to touch the ghostly face, but Bai Lian avoided it without a trace.

“Where is Zhan Yan?” The devilish voice lingered, intoxicating and tempting: “Why am I the madam, and he is not the madam.”

Through systematic research, Bai Lian was very confused about this question: why was I not his husband?

“Whoever is made to cry by me in bed will be my wife.” His body fell into his warm and broad embrace, and his ears were filled with the young man’s violin-like and charming voice. Bai Lian turned around in surprise and looked at Zhan Yan, who was wearing a proper groom’s suit and was extremely handsome. Their eyes met, and Bai Lian ran into Zhan Yan’s arms and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled brightly and his voice was long and soft, as if it passed through his throat: “My wife, you look so beautiful today. Your husband likes you very much.”

This was a sentence he learned when he read the article about the domineering president. Zhan Jia inserted his fingers into his soft golden hair, and kissed his face in return, with a meaningful tone: “Tonight is the wedding night, the wife will serve the husband well, and the husband will like me more.”

Bai Lian fiercely intercepted the system: “Why am I a little panicked?” The system turned a blind eye to his suicidal behavior.

The famous Lily Cathedral in the United States is a place that is regarded as a blessing. The solid top is like a fine diamond, the pure white wall is still clean after a hundred years, the ancient Roman stone pillars stand tall, and the exquisite flower balls embellished on them can be vaguely seen.

Inside the church.

The flying rose petals were dancing gently and shyly to the beautiful melody of Yan Ya[1]Nilüfer Yanya, a British singer/songwriter, is known for her unique and catchy melodies, particularly in her indie rock, jazz, and psychedelic music with electronic influences. Her music often … Continue reading. On the fragrant soil covered with petals, a beautiful scene was being played out. Zhan Yan took Bai Lian’s hand and walked towards the orange blossom dresser’s stage step by step. Bai Lian was curiously watching the layout of the wedding venue.

First, the face that was about to blur the upper limit of aesthetics and gender boundaries made all the guests fascinated. It has been heard that the young master of the Bai family is so beautiful that he can seduce people with just one glance. Today, I was really shocked.

“…Now please exchange rings, and from now on you will share each other’s lives.” Fu Sheng gave a speech for the newlyweds. Zhan Yan gazed at the boy beside him gently. There were meaningful glances coming from all directions. He knew how strangely attractive this person is, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to let everyone know that he belonged to him. In front of the whole world, he would leave a mark on the other person that he could never get rid of in his life. He knelt on the ground, held up Bai Lian’s ring finger and slowly put the ring on him.

The crystal diamond sparkled under the sunlight, and colorful light flowed quietly. “Lianlian baby.” Zhan Yan was like the most devout believer. He kissed the ring with a holy and intoxicated posture and grinned: “I have you trapped.”

Ding Love value +5, current love value is 100, mission accomplished, host can choose to stay or leave.

Hearing the system prompt, Bai Lian looked straight into those eyes that were always burning with love for him. The deep and heavy vortex in those eyes wrapped him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free from the shackles of love. “I love you.”

That night, they made love all night long, and no matter how Bai Lian prayed to the mirror, it was of no use.

“Call me husband!” Zhan Yan thrust fiercely. His ferocious movements, which were completely different from his usual ones, made Bai Ling’s gates open wide and he screamed in ecstasy. “Hmm.” Bai Lian pulled the bed sheet, trying to get out from under Zhan Yan, but Zhan Yan grabbed his waist and thrust deep into him again. Bai Lian screamed out loud: “Husband, please.”

“Baby, husband will make you feel so good.” Zhan Yan, the gentleman, is now a lewd man with a mouth full of obscene words.

Endless sex/affairs, Bai Lian was completely fucked on the bed. The system that had just gotten rid of the mosaic world and restored its harmony and clarity saw Bai Lian, who was unable to get out of bed, listless and intoxicated due to excessive indulgence, at first sight.

“My dear, here comes a shot of kidney treasure.” The system gloated. “Is it delicious?”

“It should be good…right? It can strengthen the body…” The system is concise and to the point. Bai Lian looked innocent: “Since it tastes good, give me more.”

System: …I always feel like an evil bad uncle.

References

References
1 Nilüfer Yanya, a British singer/songwriter, is known for her unique and catchy melodies, particularly in her indie rock, jazz, and psychedelic music with electronic influences. Her music often features grounded guitar playing and a distinctive vocal style.

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