Wu Daming was the most enthusiastic. He brought an apple, tied it with a red string, and suspended it in the air. Then he challenged the bride and groom to eat the apple without using their hands.
Mo Qishen glanced at the apple in Wu Daming's hand and raised his eyebrows slightly. Was eating an apple supposed to be difficult?
Did these people underestimate him?
Wu Daming stood on a stool and hung the apple near the couple. "Sixth Brother, Sixth Sister-in-law, no hands allowed, okay? 3, 2, 1! Start now!"
Just as Ni Yang and Mo Qishen lowered their heads to take a bite, Wu Daming mischievously yanked the apple upward.
Bang.
The two tasted each other's lips.
Faintly tinged with a hint of alcohol.
Ni Yang looked at Mo Qishen, her eyes full of surprise.
Mo Qishen remained composed, using his steel watch-clad hand to firmly cradle the back of Ni Yang's head, deepening the kiss.
The applause, camera clicks, and ecstatic cheers immediately filled the air...
