Film Emperor's Wedding Diary
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Last published Tue, Nov 9, 2021
Original story by: Shi Liu Yue Xi Gua
The craziest thing Qiao Hui has ever done in her life was to marry Xu Yiyang, the righteous Film Emperor, at the age of 21.
Life after marriage is plain and boring. Mr. Xu will kiss her good morning and good night every day and will report to her from time to time when going out for filming.
But even in the most intimate times, his kiss was gentle and restrained.
Qiao Hui shared her feelings to her friend, "He spoils me as if he is spoiling his daughter." In the end, it was still a little bit worse.
On the day Xu Yiyang's new drama hit, he and the drama's female protagonists were in the midst of the scandal; and countless CP(Couple) fans rejoiced all night.
Qiao Hui sat cross-legged on the bed, and after considering it again and again; she asked for a separation.
That same night, Xu Yiyang risked the violent stormy weather and rushed back home from where he was filming. His body was soaked and his eyes were flushed with rain.
"Why?", shouted Xu Yiyang.
The girl was wearing pink bear pajamas and with a serious face said, "The gap between us is too wide No one will think we are as suitable as I think we are."
The next day, a photo hit the hot search.
In the empty streets, [ the charming and self-assured Film Emperor embraced his newlywed wife and kissed her passionately.]
v Xu Yiyang: official cp, check it out.
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