Mo Nanjue wrapped his arms tightly around her, almost blending her into his body. At this moment, a hug might be able to replace everything. His thin lips pressed closely to her ear, and Tong Ran could feel the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
She stood on tiptoe, "Are you happy?"
The man didn't speak. Tong Ran clasped her hands tightly around his neck, "Mo Nanjue, I'm so happy."
Mo Nanjue pulled down her hand, bent over and kissed her lips. Right next to them was a chair, and he simply pushed her onto it, kneeling on one knee.
He kissed deeply, and one hand began to tug at her wedding dress. Tong Ran opened her eyes wide and pushed against his shoulder, "Don't..."
Mo Nanjue gripped her shoulders and pushed her down onto the chair. He pressed down on her, and Tong Ran raised her knee to resist his leg. The man's eyes were blurred, "You've already married me, and you still won't let me touch you?"
"This is a church!" Tong Ran glared at him, "What if someone..."
