Oh.
If President Wen were to become flirtatious, no one would be his match.
Yu Anwan silently muttered in her heart.
Wen Jin's hands were already wrapped around Yu Anwan's slender waist, a grip she couldn't ignore.
With a gentle force, Wen Jin brought Yu Anwan into the circle of his arms.
It wasn't that she couldn't resist. It was more of a reluctance to resist, fearing she might spoil the wedding dress.
Yu Anwan's cautiousness only fueled Wen Jin's audacity.
"May I?" Wen Jin suddenly inquired.
"What?" Yu Anwan's thoughts were elsewhere.
Why should men wear just suits for weddings while women are burdened with such heavy attire?
Yet, women seemed unable to resist the allure of such extreme beauty.
It was willingly embraced.
"To kiss you." Wen Jin's voice carried a magnetic tone.
Yu Anwan hesitated for a moment, her gaze meeting Wen Jin's as she looked up passively.
