Mu Jingxi pulled Qiao An into his embrace, lowered his head, and couldn't help but gently peck her lips, his voice husky, "Wifey, you're so beautiful."
Today, she was wearing a red wedding dress, stunningly radiant, captivating him at just a glance.
He finally understood that saying: on the wedding day, it's the most beautiful moment in a woman's life.
At this very moment, Qiao An's face was full of joyful happiness, her delicate features tinted with shyness, intoxicating like fine wine.
Qiao An gently pushed him away, her beautiful eyes shimmering, "Hey, you're breaking the rules."
"Special times call for special measures." Mu Jingxi lifted her horizontally, ready to leave forcibly.
Ding.
The clear sound of metal clashing echoed.
Mu Jingxi stiffened, slowly lowered his head, and saw that Qiao An's fair feet were shoeless, her slender ankles... shackled with a pair of metal cuffs.
Shackled...
Cuffed...
Locked...
