He was ecstatic, completely forgetting that they were in the midst of their wedding ceremony, and with a long reach, directly embraced Fu Han in his arms.
The guests below erupted into roaring laughter as Fu Han, her face flushed red, pushed He Xing away and said in a low voice with a seductive look, "What's the rush?"
That single phrase nearly caused He Xing's nose to bleed, of course, this was also thanks to his realization of his own lapse in decorum.
During the ring exchange, Ji Liangchuan and Nan Qing, as the maid of honor and best man, walked up with their rings. He Xing was so eager to use the ring to firmly secure Fu Han that he didn't even look at what the ring looked like.
When it was Fu Han's turn, she gently lifted He Xing's right hand and slowly slid a ring on his finger.
"Mr. He Xing, you may now kiss your bride!" the Priest's voice was solemn and reverent, yet also filled with joy.
