The photographer couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
After a moment, he raised his voice, "Would the groom-to-be please move closer to the bride-to-be."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingli was about to take a step toward Fu Lanshen when, all of a sudden, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Then, the owner of the arm exerted a slight force, and a domineering strength pulled her over.
She was forced into a warm embrace, the familiar scent of tobacco assaulting her senses.
"Click."
The photographer captured this moment perfectly.
Natural beauty is true beauty.
This wedding photo was absolutely unprecedented, and the photographer admired his work with satisfaction.
By the time Mu Qingli came to her senses, Fu Lanshen had already let go of her. He appeared composed as usual, restrained and polite with nothing out of place, as if the person who had just hugged her wasn't him at all.
Mu Qingli withdrew her gaze, thinking... perhaps she was just overthinking it.