However, before the pair could take out their phones to snap photos, the barrier around the pavilion lit up again, cutting off the outside view.
Mu Qingtong pressed the button, raising the accidentally lowered barrier once more, and beneath her, the man known as Mr. Xia followed the line of her jaw and planted a kiss on her delicate neck and collarbone.
"Your Majesty, lift your head up," the man teased with a light chuckle, his breath searing against her smooth neck, damp and sluggishly persistent like an excited little puppy, tickling her into goosebumps.
Her graceful swan neck tilted back slightly, her red lips lazily adorned with strands of silver hair. Her stunning cheeks were flushed a touch pink, and her delicate brows knitted slightly.
Her eyes, tranquil, fixed on the fireworks spectacular across the lake.
And beneath the fireworks, more and more people drawn by the news were gathering by the lakeside, looking over towards the pavilion.
