Xu Zhengyuan placed Luosang's dainty hand into Nian Junting's hands.
"Thank you, Dad." Nian Junting held on to Luosang's hand. He turned around and began to leave.
The officiant hurriedly said, "Wait, Mr. Nian, I'm not done reciting the script. Please take it slower. Anyway, you already have the bride, so she won't run away."
The audience burst out laughing. Luosang blushed.
Nian Junting was unhappy. He thought, Where in the world is this officiant from? So much blabbering. For wedding ceremonies, couldn't the crucial moment come sooner?
The officiant nagged for a long time before finally reaching the part where rings were exchanged. After Nian Junting slid the ring onto Luosang's finger, he immediately pulled her into his embrace and bent down to kiss her lips, roughly savoring her sweetness.
Luosang was just getting married, yet she was already being kissed as if she were going through a storm.
