Murong lowered her head in fear, and Yinzai's big hand holding her hand clamped on her like a pair of pliers, as if he wanted to break her hand.
The deep anger emanating from her made her unable to breathe.
"Miss Ouyang Xiyu, please raise your head and answer my question." The pastor said in a kind voice.
"Are you willing to marry Mr. Yin Zai? No matter if he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, you will always be loyal to him until you leave this world?"
"I, I do." Murong Rong held on to the thin gauze and trembled slightly.
"Please two exchange rings."
A red flame ring, representing the identity of the Flame Queen, was placed on Murong Rong's hand.
Murong looked at the flying flames on the ring, feeling a little distracted.
Is she really married? Just married like this? Isn’t it a bit of a joke?
"Okay, I declare that Mr. Yinzai and Miss Ouyang Xiyu have become husband and wife! Now, the groom can kiss the bride."
Murong Rong was startled and raised her head.
The man in front of him has a face that is more handsome than a devil, with a tall nose, a strong chin, and a sharp-edged face that exudes a devilish beauty.
His evil eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and they were locked on her gloomily.
Murong Rong had a feeling that he would strangle her to death at any time.
Murong Rong bit her soft lips in fear, her beautiful eyes looked at him pitifully, filled with a thin layer of mist, and her pink and red mouth was slightly open due to nervousness.
Yin Zai's eyes became darker. How dare this woman seduce him in public?
Punitively, he pressed her lips against the rose-like red lips. Her lips were soft and tender, and he couldn't help but take a big bite.
Murong Rong exclaimed in pain, which caused his tongue to penetrate deeply.
His lips gradually turned from cold to hot, and his heavy breath fell on her face, which was hot and itchy.
Murong Rong was a little dazed, clumsy not knowing what to do and not daring to push him away. Under his violent plunder, she couldn't breathe and gradually suffocated.
Warm applause rang out again, and Yin Zai reluctantly let go of his sweet and unusually sweet mouth.
“It tastes pretty good.”
Murong Rong leaned against him softly, and his teasing and charming voice came to her ears.