It was completely unexpected that Ye Peicheng would agree to the fan’s request. Xing Wanshuang’s expression was a wonderful sight to behold. It was quickly captured by a journalist in front of her.

At this moment, Qiao Moyu had arrived at Ye Peicheng’s side.

Ye Peicheng entered into his role very quickly; in just two seconds, his formerly indifferent and cold eyes completely changed.

Although the man wore a modern suit at the moment, Qiao Moyu truly felt as if he was Ling Cang from the ancient world of ‘Sheng Shi.’

They took a step forward and drew closer to each other. The deep emotions in Ye Peicheng’s eyes seemed to drown her. She saw him reached forth with his slender fingers to brush aside the hair on her forehead before lowering his head. The man’s breath fell lightly on her forehead, and with a deep voice filled with passion, he said: “I love you. Sister, will you marry me?”

Qiao Moyu lifted her gaze and stared up at Ye Peicheng. Underneath the sunlight, the bottom of his eyes were filled with warmth. She could even feel the temperature left by his fingertips across her cheeks.

“Brother Ling Cang, I– I will!” She deliberately controlled her voice to have a charming sound, making it gentler and with a slight tremble, as if she was nervous and shy.

The next moment, Ye Peicheng’s lips suddenly raised to an unforgettable smile, like the spring wind that lightly rippled a quiet lake’s surface, causing the water to waver at its presence.

He raised the girl’s chin slightly with his fingertips and bent down.

There was no such scene as this for the TV series, because right when Ling Cang was planning to marry Zi Yan, his life took a huge turn. So this interactive theatre compensates for everyone’s regret of not seeing more of the couple in the drama series. At this time, the crowd couldn’t help but feel tearful.

Back onstage, Ye Peicheng was about to pull away after being so intimately close for two seconds. But right when he was about to distance himself, a photographer accidentally tripped over a power line near the stage and exclaimed in surprise.

Almost instinctively, Ye Peicheng turned his head slightly to look over.

But just as he turned his head, his lips gently brushed against Qiao Moyu’s lips; her petal-like lips were soft and elastic to the touch.

His eyes trembled and he immediately paused to look down at Qiao Moyu. Because of how close they were, their breathing intermingled, making their breaths almost indistinguishable from each other. The air became dry and subtle at that moment.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was very low, just like the day when he first met her on set. But this time, because they ‘kissed,’ their hearts raced as they blushed.

“It’s nothing.” Her volume was also very low; it was charming and gentle, as if the mists and rain fell lightly on the bluestone road, causing a light dampness.

Only the two of them could hear their conversation, as if they were listening to a quiet melody.

Under the stage, there was a loud cheer: “A good match for each other! It’s so sweet!”

Someone from the audience asked, “Film Emperor Ye, did you really kiss her just now?” From the audience’s point of view, it looked like they really kissed, but they could have faked it with a stage technique.

Ye Peicheng replied with a meaningful smile: “Ling Cang kissed Zi Yan.”

It was a kiss because his lips touched Qiao Moyu’s. However, he didn’t say that he kissed her, which left everyone feeling unsure of what he meant.