The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1819 - 1833: The Grand Finale (Part 1)

Peerless beauty certainly moves the heart, but what moves it more is this enduring purity, serene temperament, tempered by the years. Instead of being turned to shards of glass in the great dye vat of society, it has been refined to become even more pure.

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t be lazy now, it’s only been 10 seconds, and you’re already giving up?" Leng Yunlin looked down at his watch in shock.

Ten seconds, what the heck?

Are there "kissing championships" where couples finish in just ten seconds?

But this time, Yu Zexiao ignored him and turned back to kiss Jian Anning again.

The earlier touch was like a bee tasting the flavor of nectar, but this time, it was like a worker bee diligently collecting fresh nectar. He gently clasped her upper lip, savoring it slowly, like biting into a large, round purple grape, trying to pierce her thin, tender skin to suck the full and fresh juice inside. Then, he lightly grazed her teeth, like an ancient general inspecting the troops.

Breaths mingling lightly, lips and teeth slowly merging—

The closer they got, the tighter their embrace, though their movements remained gentle, the tenderness flowed like a pool of spring water, endlessly.

It’s uncertain whether it’s spring or summer, or perhaps the harsh winter wind. The two have walked hand in hand through such long days, with music, quarrels, and laughter accompanying them. And now, there are even two sweet responsibilities—something so beautiful one could hardly imagine in the past.

They are lovers and family, now even more as kindred spirit partners. Without each other, they don’t know how life would go on?

Reflecting on past twists and pains now feels like things from a distant past. Even more, it’s like a pebble thrown into their lives, causing ripples and making even the setbacks precious.

Initially, the two were playing games, but somehow they became entwined. Though not intense, it was enough for a constant flow, enough warmth and charm, enough to forget the time, forget the audience, forget it’s a game, forget everything around them.

It’s uncertain how much time has passed before they parted from the kiss, her gaze so tender it seemed it could drip water. Yu Zexiao too, still thinking that these unreliable folks finally played a reliable game—I could at least be a little intimate with my wife.

Looking around, the door’s unknown when it was pulled shut, tightly closed. There’s no one in the room, clearly indicating they wanted to create a private space for Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning.

Though the long night lingered, sleepiness eluded him; after many days without contact with his wife, Yu Zexiao inevitably felt a bit tempted—he embraced his wife’s slender waist, his voice gentle and clear as it always was, now almost dripping water, "It’s getting late, let’s—rest."

Jian Anning’s face flushed; being together wasn’t a matter of days or years, they even have a child. Yet hearing this, she still felt a bit shy. Maybe because of the new marriage?

She nodded, letting Yu Zexiao pull her arm, gently laying her body down...