At that time, she truly felt very happy.
Unfortunately, her happiness was like a firework shooting into the sky—fleeting!
"Is it beautiful?" Fan Shaoming bent down, bringing his face close to her cheek. His warm breath brushed her neck as he softly asked.
Su Xiaoyue twisted her head slightly, and his hot lips pressed against her cheek. Blushing, she didn't know how to feel about him kissing her in front of everyone—his family, countless servants—unabashedly.
"Beautiful." Her response was soft and melting, heating up Fan Shaoming's lips even more. He moved closer to her lips, only to be gently pushed away. Using the booming of the fireworks as cover, she playfully chided him, "Husband, stop it."
Fan Shaoming blew gently into her ear, his hands climbing over her shoulders to grasp hers resting on the armrests of her wheelchair, "If you like watching them, I can set off fireworks for you and Mingyu to watch every night."
