Wang Youbao watched Li Wuyu smile for a long while before taking out a handkerchief and prying open her sweaty hand to wipe the sweat from her palm. His movements were gentle and tender.
It tickled Li Wuyu's heart more than if he were actually tickling her.
It felt as if a feather was lightly brushing across the tip of her heart—ticklish, yet she found herself wanting more.
"Wuyu, I will be good to you," Wang Youbao suddenly said.
Li Wuyu immediately nodded vigorously with joy, "Mhm! Baobao, I trust you!"
Li Wuyu was naturally beautiful, but dressed as a bride today, she looked especially charming and alluring. Now, with her bright smile, she was radiant like the warm sun, and Wang Youbao couldn't help but be mesmerized.
His hand, which had been wiping the sweat from her palm, froze.
Wang Youbao's gaze involuntarily settled on Li Wuyu's gorgeous lips and, without any control over himself, he leaned in closer and closer to her.