'!'
The crowd gasped collectively.
This was not the behavior expected from an imperial bride during a formal ceremony.
Several sect elders shifted uncomfortably, uncertain whether they should avert their eyes or continue watching.
When they finally separated, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before snapping. Ying Jia's silver eyes blazed with something new—not just acceptance, but possession, which was more toward showing off rather than actually having it in her.
Tianlong kept looking toward her, within those silver eyes through the thin fabric, while clearly looking for a moment before realizing why she did that, as he chuckled low in his throat.
Among all the wives, he had expected either Feng, who had for quite a while become a good cultured wife, forgetting the vocabulary he taught her, or Mei, being the proactive "do this," but never had he expected his new wife to show such a side in front of so many people.
