In the gorgeous castle, all sorts of shimmering silverware were scattered around, and above was a massive crystal chandelier, giving one a feeling of being in a dream.
"All right, Moli, lean a little bit to the left, bow your head as if you're going to kiss the bride, but don't actually kiss her."
"Um... Moli, relax your grip a bit, don't hold her so tight, there should be slightly more distance between the two of you."
"It should look like a kiss, but not a kiss."
...
The photographer kept giving instructions.
After holding the pose for quite a while, Xiao Moli grew irritable. He simply stretched out his hand, pulled An Ziqi into his arms, and kissed her on the lips.
Damn it, why couldn't he kiss his own wife?
An Ziqi's eyes widened at once. Had this guy gone crazy, kissing her in front of so many people?
The surrounding crew was stunned as well.
What the heck was going on?