Without the slightest hesitation, Banxia extended her left hand and let the man put the ring on her finger.

The person in front of me had never said those words before, but he had engraved them in every action, even at the cost of his life.

With someone who loves her so wholeheartedly, what is there for her to hesitate about?

The groom gently placed the wedding ring on the bride's finger, then extended his own hand for the bride to place the ring on his finger.

The two then looked at each other's rings and couldn't help but smile.

This laugh seemed to instantly raise the temperature in the room.

Nanxing's eyes darkened: "Next, the groom will kiss the bride."

After saying that, he pulled Banxia close, lifted her veil, and kissed her, calling her "wife" after each kiss.

Banxia shyly clutched the shirt at his chest and replied softly, "Husband."

Nanxing seemed to be provoked by the nickname, and the intensity of his kisses gradually increased, his hand unconsciously reaching for the straps on her back.

The beautiful bow he tied himself came undone with just a gentle pull.

...

Newlywed and with her husband readily cooperating, Nanxing couldn't help but become a little unrestrained.

The consequence is...

He looked at his wife, who was breathing lightly in his arms. There was a faint blush at the corner of her eyes, left from when he had bullied her too much.

Further down, there were faintly glaring hickeys...

He reached out and pulled the bright red wedding quilt to cover the marks on his wife's body, as if this could cover up his guilty conscience.

This can't happen again.

Nanxing thought.

At least, this can't continue until my wife has fully recovered.

Nanxing thought to herself, feeling a little guilty.