Her uncle's love had always been like this, sometimes flamboyant and bold, sometimes subtle and pervasive.,Fu Lingxiao helped Mu Xing onto the carriage, tidying her skirt before taking the reins himself and driving towards the wedding venue.,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."。