Chapter 25

Today was truly a good day for getting married.

As soon as we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the place was already bustling with people.

I’m used to handling things on my own, so as soon as I got out of the car, I instinctively held my bouquet and checked the directions, ready to head for the registration hall.

“Aren’t you going to hold my hand, my fiancée?”

I had just taken a step forward.

Then I heard a voice with a hint of grievance and resentment from behind, “Look at all the other couples, they’re all holding hands going in. How can you leave your handsome, mature, and steady fiancé alone?”

Duan Shiyan reached out his hand to me, shaking it slightly, acting like a spoiled child, his voice dragging out in a way that sounded like a fluffy puppy rubbing against you, “I want to hold hands too, Wuwu, hold my hand”

I looked at him in surprise, his childish actions made me laugh.

It was like seeing a big white dog with a leash, acting cute and wanting to put it in my hand.

“Okay.”

I was amused by my own ridiculous imagination and smiled as I reached out my hand.

As soon as I did.

His large, warm hand gently enveloped my fingertips, then slowly slid into the space between my fingers, intertwining with mine.

His palm was thick and warm.

So warm that it made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t help but look up at him. The soft golden morning sunlight fell warmly on his shoulders, as if it had a soft focus, making it impossible to look away.

“Let’s go, my fiancée.”

Duan Shiyan held my hand, a smile playing on his lips, “Let’s go get our marriage certificate.”

There were many people waiting in line at the registration hall today.

While we were waiting for our number to be called.

I noticed that Duan Shiyan, sitting next to me, was adjusting his perfectly styled hair, then touching his smooth chin, as if to make sure he had shaved properly.

After checking his face.

He then lowered his head, looking serious and critical as he examined his suit for any dirt, making sure his cuffs were buttoned correctly… He was like a nervous groom.

This scene was so unusual.

I couldn’t help but tilt my head, watching him with fascination.

In my memory, Duan Shiyan was always arrogant and proud, doing everything with ease, never afraid of anything.

He would never be associated with words like nervous and flustered.

Besides, we weren’t really getting married out of love, it was just a mutually beneficial cooperation.

So why did he seem so nervous?

Was it his perfectionism?

“Wuwu.”

As I was lost in thought, the man in front of me suddenly turned, his deep, alluring peach blossom eyes meeting mine.

Along with his refreshing, pleasant scent, which enveloped me in a strong, ambiguous way.

As if he hadn’t noticed me looking at him.

Duan Shiyan casually raised his neck, presenting his full, sexy Adam’s apple to my gaze.

He then raised his long, slender fingers and pointed at his collar, carelessly and seductively, emitting a tempting aura, “Can you help me fasten my button?”

In the bright light, the man’s prominent Adam’s apple was sexy and sharp, and it rolled slowly in front of me, as if on purpose.

The sudden desire hit me, making my cheeks flush and my heart skip a beat.

“Okay…..”

I looked away, wanting to reach out, but I realized my other hand was still being held by him, so I shook it to remind him to let go.

Duan Shiyan: ?? ?????

Oh, I can’t hold hands anymore.

I should have buttoned my shirt before we left.

With a reluctant look, the experimental brother who had gained a little but lost a lot, released my hand.

As if to make it easier for me to help him button his shirt.

The man leaned in close, resting his strong arm on my chair, his hard, powerful chest, encased in a white shirt, pressed against me.

His breath, cool and sensual as he leaned against my ear, sent shivers down my already tingling spine.

But his gaze didn’t waver, like an arrow locked on its target, focused and burning, giving me no chance to escape.

My hand, which was helping him button his shirt, trembled slightly.

As the man’s Adam’s apple slid up and down again, it felt like my fingertips were being pulled along with it.

It was itchy.

My face flushed even hotter, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you like to leave your collar open so much?”

Hearing this, Duan Shiyan chuckled softly.

“Because I’m trying to seduce you, of course.”

Taking advantage of the fact that I was still helping him button his shirt, he stared at my slightly pink cheeks, his eyebrow raised playfully and arrogantly, his desire overflowing, “So, my fiancée, have you fallen for it?”