"Shh..." He silenced her gently, bumping his forehead against hers and whispering softly, "This is not how you behave."
Shishi didn't struggle; she needed his comfort. Sniffling, she complained, "You started it first."
"That's not true, sweetheart."...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐰eddin𝐠 between the two most powerful noble families took place in Beijing’s most renowned banquet hall.
“I want to go back to my family,” the spoiled bride cried in her bridal restroom. Seeing this, all the bridesmaids were rendered helpless.
“I want to go home,” she continued to sob like a child, hiccuping as she raised her hand to brush away her tears, only to have her hand swatted away by the stylist, who looked as though she was completely done with life at this point.
It was the fourth touch-up by now. The little spoiled princess kept ruining her makeup with her constant crying.
“I want to go. I want to go. I want to…” she continued to grumble softly.
“It’s time,” someone came to inform them that it was time for the wedding to finally commence.
“I don’t want to marry,” the bride grumbled but obediently followed the bridesmaid. She missed her sister, brother, and father.
...
“Now you may kiss the bride.”
“I don’t want to.”
Harold sighed when he heard a soft mumble coming from his bride. He turned toward her and lifted her veil, revealing her beautiful but tear-streaked face.
A bride crying like this at her wedding was something that left all the relatives feeling helpless. The spoiled princess had perhaps been indulged too much.
“I don’t want to kiss,” she told him off, sniffling. “A-And I-I want to go home.”
Harold gazed at her with gentleness in his eyes and muttered in a hushed tone, “Be good.”
“No.”
“Shh…” Gripping her chin before she could resist, he lightly brushed his lips against hers.
Pulling back, the groom lightly shook his head helplessly when he saw how the little muse wiped her mouth, as if her lips had been dirtied by his kiss.
“Yuckie! You bad man, I told you I didn’t want to kiss!”
The whole hall erupted into laughter, and even the priest couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he coughed and announced them husband and wife.
Harold didn’t get mad at his willful bride and gently coaxed her, “It wasn’t a kiss, sweetheart.”
