Ding Jinshi implied that Ding Long should let go of her so she could go to the makeup room.
"Okay." Ding Long responded, but instead, he pulled Ding Jinshi into his arms first, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, then released her hand with a smile, and said softly, "Go ahead."
"Brother-in-law, that's so cheesy!" Zhou Chenyue teased with a giggle.
However, Ding Long was always shameless, so Zhou Chenyue's teasing was unfazed to him. In his eyes, there was only Ding Jinshi leaving with the makeup artist.
Suddenly, he laughed and then asked, "Was Jinshi shy just now?"
It must be said, Ding Long had sharp eyes. All the way here, Ding Jinshi was mostly nervous, with not a hint of shyness—except just now, when Ding Long kissed her in front of the guests, she truly became bashful.
She followed the makeup artist, head down, steps somewhat disordered, her cheeks burning, listening to the laughter of relatives and friends around her. She dared not lift her head to look at anyone.
