As he always did, there was not even the slightest hesitation.
Mo Xier was stunned by him like this.
She raised her eyes and met his eyes. Looking into his quiet and unwavering eyes, her heart seemed to be stirred by something, and there was a ripple that she didn't know what it was.
The pastor seemed satisfied with Qing Muchen's words. He turned his head and looked at Mo Xi'er beside him.
"Miss Mo Xi'er, you are willing to marry the man in front of you as your wife. From now on, you will respect him and obey him. No matter it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, you will always love him. Cherish Him and be faithful to Him forever?”
Mo Xier did not answer, but hesitated for a few seconds.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but before the words came out, Qing Muchen's voice suddenly sounded next to him, "She is willing!"
He answered directly on her behalf.
In front of so many people!
As for her wishes, he had no intention of respecting them.
Three words of firmness, as decisive as ever, even domineering.
The guests attending the wedding banquet today all knew about the relationship between the two, and also knew that the entanglement between the two had started when Qing Muchen was very young.
Mo Xier's wish was directly ignored by everyone in the audience.
Qing Muchen's strong behavior became a unique way for the young couple to get along in the eyes of everyone.
The applause from the audience resounded throughout the church and could be heard from far away.
After the vows were taken, wedding rings were exchanged.
Qing Muchen directly ignored Mo Xier's wishes at this stage, took out the wedding ring from his arms, put the big one on himself, pulled her slender hand, and placed the smaller one on her ring finger. Put it on.
Mo Xier's hand squeezed twice in his hand, as if she wanted to break away. Qing Muchen exerted force very domineeringly, wrapping her whole hand with his palm, and he forced the ring into her.
He stared at the matching rings on their ring fingers, and the corners of his lips raised a cold arc. An arm passed through her neck to support the back of her head, pressing her head towards him, and his handsome face turned towards hers. She leaned forward, his lips aimed at hers and kissed her.
It was a very long kiss, and there were so many guests present. He seemed not to be able to see it. The tip of his tongue invaded her lips and teeth, sweeping freely between her teeth, absorbing the air from her mouth. He even bit her hard. Lip clap.
His kiss was simple, rough and fierce, and the force was so strong that Mo Xier gasped several times in pain.
She raised her wrist to push him away. After trying several times and failing to push, she suddenly stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit him.
She bit her without showing any signs of weakness. The more pain Qing Muchen inflicted on her, the more she would bite back.
The two people were biting each other in front of the altar, fighting with their lips and tongues, like two kissing fish fighting for each other's territory, neither one willing to show weakness.
Tong Xiyao sat in the first row of the guest seats, watching the scene on the stage quietly, seemingly a little stunned.
Qing Yafeng held his temple with one hand and rubbed the painful nerves with his fingertips again and again. He frowned.
What are you doing
They haven't even walked out of the church yet, and the fight has already begun
The two people on the stage were still kissing passionately, and no one knew how long it had passed. When Qing Muchen finally let go, Mo Xier's lips were so painful that they were so red that they looked like they could bleed.