Fu Nancheng refused to let her go, instead deepening the kiss.
She couldn't resist and finally lowered her gaze with flushed cheeks.
In the blink of an eye, two minutes had passed, and the driver coughed lightly and said, "It seems our groom has longed for the bride, he's quite immersed."
Qiao Mo tried several times to push him away, her face burning red.
Although Fu Nancheng was reluctant, he knew it wasn't the time for indulgence.
He was simply very happy, just very joyous.
All these years, he owed her a wedding, and he owed her a promise.
Although now their children are quite grown up, he still hopes to have a chance to make it up to her.
"Even though the process is a bit disordered, as the host I still need to ask."
"Qiao Mo, do you agree to marry Fu Nancheng? Will you love, support, and accompany him all your life?"
Qiao Mo nodded shyly, her eyes somewhat moist: "I do."
