The Chronicle Control Group chooses to be bad

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

    When she was conscious, Wen Zhiwen felt her limbs were limp, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her legs, and her whole body felt as if she had been filled with lead.

    She rarely has such experiences.

    The only impression is probably experienced in a dream.

    Wen Zhiwen would sometimes have such nightmares, dreaming that she had to flee for her life due to various reasons, but her legs were heavy and she couldn't walk fast, and she felt stagnant all over her body, which made her realize that she was dreaming, But he couldn't wake up.

    as it is now.

    Then she is now...should be in a dream?

    Wen Zhiwen closed her eyes tightly, and came to such a conclusion in a daze.

    I just don't know what kind of dream this is.

    Thinking of this, Wen Zhiwen struggled to open his eyes.

    The light was a bit harsh, and Wen Zhiwen barely opened his eyes after a few seconds of adaptation, and a few tears came out of the corners of his eyes because of the stimulation of the light.

    Through the hazy double image, she finally saw clearly where she was now.

    It looks like a bedroom with a sense of time. The decoration and furniture of the bedroom seem to be the products of the last century. There are a few strings of colorful plastic garlands hanging from the ceiling, and Double Happiness is pasted on the windows.

    Like a wedding room.

    My head was dizzy, and my thoughts became extremely slow.

    Wen Zhiwen supported her head with her hands, she was taken aback by the rough touch on her skin, Wen Zhiwen stretched out her hands in shock -

    her hands were actually wearing white lace gloves, half of her arms were wrapped live.

    Looking down, she was also wearing a white wedding dress, and layers of white gauze were pressed under her body. No wonder she felt uncomfortable just now.

    what's the situation?

    The self in the dream looks like a bride?

    Could it be that this time she took the escape script?

    Various messy thoughts flashed through Wen Zhiwen's chaotic brain.

    There was some faint noise of pushing cups and changing lamps outside, which was too far away to be heard clearly.

    After a while, the sound outside gradually subsided, and a series of footsteps came from shallow to heavy.

    Footsteps were directed towards the bedroom.

    In a completely strange environment, with strangers outside the door, even in a dream, Wen Zhiwen felt nervous.

    The heart in the chest also jumped up and down with the sound of footsteps.

    Finally, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure appeared at the door.

    Wen Zhiwen looked over almost subconsciously.

    It was a young man.

    White shirt and black trousers, with a red corsage pinned to the chest, the groom's official attire.

    The man was very tall, standing like this, a door was almost blocked by him.

    But what is more eye-catching is his face, Wen Zhiwen can guarantee that she has never seen such a handsome man.