Taoming Ye's face darkened, but Su Xing didn't notice his change because she kept her head down.
But soon, he returned to his usual gentle demeanor, tenderly saying, "If it's not too intense, I think I can manage."
Su Xing's face instantly turned crimson, and she didn't dare to raise her head.
Taoming Ye found her adorable like this. He originally had no intention of a wedding night, but now he did. His hand gently reached over, helping her remove the wedding dress, then he cupped her face and softly kissed her lips.
As gentle as a breeze blowing by.
When Taoming Ye leaned in to kiss her, Su Xing closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them. When something slightly cool, somewhat warm, and soft pressed against her lips, her lips quivered lightly.
Her first kiss was gone just like that.
Taoming Ye's kiss was especially gentle; Su Xing could handle anything except his gentle approach, which softened her heart and made her body relax.
