A pure and clean countenance, with curving brows and eyes, in those captivating and mesmerizing eyes, she could only see his figure...,Suddenly, a coolness slid into her lips. Mu Xing's heart skipped a beat, reaching out to touch the man's damp cheek, wiping away his tears with her fingertips...,Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist, gently pressing her onto the bed. He leaned in close to her tender, rosy lips and didn't rush to kiss her. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Fu, happy wedding."。