”
“这……不合礼数……”余蕴紧紧抓着衣袖，轻咬着唇瓣。
“马上就要成亲了，没人会说闲话。”
余蕴轻轻点了点头，双手环住沈听澜的脖子，脸轻轻贴着沈听澜的后背。
脸上染上一层绯红。
西府海棠的花瓣被风吹落到余蕴的发顶，余蕴的发丝轻轻碰到沈听澜的脸上。
空气中还伴随着一股淡淡的香。
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