1 Prologue

"You may now kiss the bride." As soon as the old, wrinkled priest spoke those words, Yi Mian knew her marriage with Duan Jing was steeled, written on stone or whatever you would like to call it.

Duan Jing glared at her, contempt and anger dyed in his lush, emerald orbs. In response, Yi Mian's rosy lips twisted up into a smug smile, that flaunted her feelings.

She had won this time.

After five years, she had finally won against him. Facing trials through trials, she finally won him. He was her winning prize she loved for years.

Yi Mian raised a shapely eyebrow at Duan Jing; almost like she was clueless of the answer to the question why he wasn't kissing her. It was nearly believable, that is, of course, if Duan Jing hadn't seen the handwritten wedding invitation given to his girlfriend, Dui Ming.

"Axel, this is an international broadcast." In a gentle voice, as if she was talking to a small animal, she reminded him.

Duan Jing couldn't look at Yi Mian, he was far too disappointed and angry with her at this moment. He closed his eyes shut and swooped down towards Yi Mian's lips.

He felt her smile against his lips. Yi Mian licked his lips, and bit down his lower lip. He tasted a metallic liquid and parted his lips in surprise. She took this chance to slip her tongue into his mouth. But before Yi Mian could do anything, Duan Jing pulled away with a flushed face and a deep breathing rate.

'Where did she learn that?!' Duan Jing was surprised from Yi Mian's actions.

"Cheh, you're 26 this year and don't even know how to kiss." Yi Mian licked away Duan Jing's blood on her lips.

Duan Jing flared with anger and turned around to face the crowd seated in the church. He searched for the beautiful face of his girlfriend. The particular person stood next to a pillar of the church, her face was streaming with tears and untold feelings of being wronged.

A burst of fury burned his heart, he averted his gaze towards the face of rare smiles. Yi Mian, also, looked at him in that moment.

Her lips curved up into a pampering smile, "It's okay, if you don't know how to kiss. I'll be keeping you for a long time, so I got a plenty of time to teach you."

Duan Jing's glare intensified, while Yi Mian pretended she didn't see anything.