The train of her dress trailed behind her, stretching for several meters. The layers of white satin spread across the floor, adorned with diamonds and pearls that glittered like a flowing Milky Way in the light as she walked, exuding elegance and grandeur.,He Ming handed Mu Xing's hand to Fu Lingxiao with satisfaction and turned to take his seat at the guest table.,Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist, gently pressing her onto the bed. He leaned in close to her tender, rosy lips and didn't rush to kiss her. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Fu, happy wedding."。