The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1818 - 1390: Wedding (1)

"Alright, alright, we agreed on it! A French kiss, intense, tangled, twisted, and..." As Ling Yichuan spoke, his own body twisted along, tilting entirely to one side.

"Get lost!" If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute. Yu Zexiao felt like sewing up this troublemaker’s mouth with a needle!

Leng Yunlin also joined in the chaos: "Most importantly, it has to last more than ten minutes! Even if it’s just one second short, just one second, we brothers won’t enjoy your lovely ’photo edits’ alone. We’ll definitely help you promote them so your fans can see what their idol looks like in women’s clothes!"

"You bunch of troublemakers, remember this!" This is what they mean by "you reap what you sow," who told him to ruin the scene when the Leng brothers got married? He stretched out his arm, pointing straight at a few good brothers watching like it was a show, almost jabbing their foreheads: "Just ten minutes? Fine, let’s not say ten minutes, twenty minutes, fifty minutes, I’ll kiss no matter what!"

"Remember, it’s a French kiss, repeat after me—French—kiss—" Leng Yunting also came over to add to the confusion. Clearly, he was letting him know that if he just casually stuck his lips on for ten minutes, they wouldn’t be satisfied!

Yu Zexiao, truly venting all the anger he’d never felt in his life, first pointed at Ling Yichuan, who wore a "dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water" expression. He then angrily pointed at Leng Yunting and Leng Yunlin, "Fine, I can’t mess up your weddings anymore, just see how I’ll mess with your sons in the future!"

The two burst out laughing, Leng Xiaobao and Mu Shang’en are so young, it’ll take at least twenty years to mess up their wedding night. If they want to wait, let them wait!

"Alright, alright, get on with it, stop dithering," Ling Yichuan immediately nudged Yu Zexiao’s shoulder and took out his phone, "Hurry up. If you can’t do it, we’ll judge it as your loss! Five, four, three—"

"Two, one," wasn’t said yet when Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning kissed.

He first approached slowly, and then gently touched her lips. After all the playing around, the makeup on her lips had long since worn off, leaving them pink and tender, like a rose petal after rain.

Jian Anning may not be the kind of breathtaking beauty at first sight, but in the dazzling entertainment industry, she’s definitely called an "oxygen beauty," a "pure beauty." Particularly at thirty, the natural given looks had passed their "best by" date. Now she exuded more composure and grandeur from understanding the world, making her seem well-cultivated and very charming.

Compared to Jian Anning, he was the one "heavily made up," wearing a wig, a wedding dress, and makeup, looking stranger himself right now.

After a light touch, the two gently separated, and Jian Anning’s lips, tinged with his red lipstick, were stained with a bright, vivid red.

It was like carving a god-sent stroke on already translucent jade. It added a dash of seductive allure to her slightly dignified demeanor, making it impossible for people to look away—