After helping Xian Mingyu put on the ring, Bai Xiaoruo breathed a small sigh of relief.
This wedding can finally be over.
I got up at five o'clock this morning to start putting on makeup, and I haven't eaten anything since then. My stomach is about to burst.
My nerves, which had been tense for so long, gradually relaxed.
Now that the ceremony is over, I can go home.
Just as Bai Xiaoruo was about to turn around and walk down the steps, she had only taken a small step when the man in front of her suddenly reached out and quickly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Her nose gently bumped against his chest, a very solid wall of flesh, which startled Bai Xiaoruo.
Her waist was held tightly, and she couldn't even back away.
It was the first time I'd ever been so close to a boy, and I could even smell the faint scent of tobacco lingering on him.
Bai Xiaoruo was completely stunned.
Xuan Mingyu's long fingers gripped her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her face and look at him.
Her lips trembled slightly, unsure of what to say to him.
The wedding ceremony should be over now that the rings have been exchanged, right?
What else does he need to do?
The moment Bai Xiaoruo looked up and met his eyes, a faint blush involuntarily crept onto her face.
Her face was burning hot, her heart was pounding wildly, she didn't know where to put her hands, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
Even breathing became a cautious exercise.
It was a sense of bewilderment and fear of unfamiliarity that overwhelmed them.
In the end, Bai Xiaoruo only dared to stare for three seconds before quickly lowering her eyelids. Her fair face was still burning hot, a shyness typical of a young girl.
The man in front of me was really good-looking.
With sharply defined features, a pair of deep, clear eyes that seemed to keep people at a distance, a high nose, and tightly pursed, aloof lips, he exuded an aura of innate nobility and extraordinary elegance.
Even under such close scrutiny, her skin still had almost no pores, even better than that of a girl.
Although Bai Xiaoruo knew before the wedding that Xuan Mingyu was several years older than her, judging from their appearances, apart from his innate composure and maturity, he and she seemed to be the same age.
Xian Mingyu leaned down, close to Bai Xiaoruo's ear, and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear: "Although I don't want to acknowledge this wedding, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."
Grandpa and Grandma are so looking forward to today's wedding, we can't let them down.
Bai Xiaoruo gasped; she understood the implication of his words.
The play has to go on. This play isn't over yet. As the protagonist of today's wedding, his newlywed wife, he hasn't left the stage yet, and she can't leave the stage temporarily either.
His large, warm hand was still gently reaching around her waist, but Bai Xiaoruo couldn't help but shiver because of the words that Xian Mingyu had just whispered in her ear.
Even though there was no air conditioning in the church and the wind wasn't strong, I felt a bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout my body.
This is definitely acting, what is she hoping for?
From two strangers who were not familiar with each other and did not love each other, to today's sudden wedding, Xian Mingyu was not willing, and Bai Xiaoruo was not willing either.
At this moment, it felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was tied to my legs, making it impossible to take even half a step.
Bai Xiaoruo, a freshman at K University who just celebrated her 18th birthday less than a week ago.
She had only been in university for a short time and was not even of legal marriage age, yet now she was about to marry a mature man who was 26 years older than her.
He didn't love her, so naturally she didn't love him either.
This marriage didn't begin out of love; it was simply a matter of interests between the elders.
Bai Xiaoruo had no choice but to comply.
Without giving her any more time to hesitate, under the gaze of all the guests and audience below, Xuan Mingyu lifted the white veil covering Bai Xiaoruo's face with one hand, leaned down, and his cold lips domineeringly kissed her trembling pink lips.
Bai Xiaoruo's eyes widened, her surprise was more than just a little bit.
What is he doing?
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