After a low chuckle, the hand resting on that slender waist ceased moving, the voice deep, "Then let's sleep."
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Xu Moyi looked at the person in the mirror wearing a white wedding dress and felt her nose tingle, "Sis, you must be happy."
Nan Wan turned around, raised her hand to tap her nose, and smiled, "You're so grown up, why do you cry so easily?"
Xu Moyi felt embarrassed; on such a wonderful day, crying was really ruining the mood.
She awkwardly turned her head, pretending to search for something on the table, "Who's crying? Tears don't suit me, it was just that my finger accidentally touched my eye, and it flowed out on its own."
Shen Zhimei, holding the veil, laughed out loud.
Xu Moyi glared over.
Shen Zhimei ignored it, walking behind Nan Wan to help her with the veil, "Isn't that nonsense? Our Wanwan will definitely live well."
Xu Moyi wasn't pleased with those words, ran over to hug Nan Wan's arm, "What do you mean your Wanwan, she's clearly ours."
