Tradition To Carry A Wife

A beautiful, soft and romantic music played as the pair of lovers moved along with it in a perfect sync with slow and graceful moves. Lu Lijun's hand resting at the small of her back, guided her with his moves as she moved gracefully by tiptoeing and looking back into his eyes that were fixed on her beautiful golden brown ones.

"You feel so perfect in my hold, as if you are perfectly moulded for me to hold," Lu Lijun commented. He held her closer intimately, pressing her body gently against his. 

"Shouldn't that be given?" she replied with a smile, her eyes looked at him flirtatiously. 

He nodded. His voice deepened, "You were always meant for me. Your soul, your heart, your body, every inch of it."

His hand slowly moved along her back, as his finger tips continued to move along her delicate spine, over that thin fabric of her dress.