Xiran fondly held Aselia's face and placed a loving kiss on her forehead, his lips lingered there, and his thumbs caressed her round cheeks.
"My lovely bride, be prepared for tonight. I am going to own every part of you," his sultry murmurs turned her entire face crimson, as heat welled up in her body and she knew there was no escaping him now.
"Let's meet those guests now," he smirked, enjoying her embarrassment and she could only nod. Xiran held her close, snaking his arm around her perky waist.
Grandma Asfarla was the first to meet and bless them. Her slightly wrinkled face reflected her happiness and warmth. Her eyes twinkled with satisfaction and compassion, and her expressions radiated a sense of fulfilment seeing how content her grandson appeared.
"My heart swells with love and pride," she whispered, kissing the foreheads of both Xiran and Aselia and hugging them one after the other. They both beamed at her.
