At the thought of that, he gently placed a kiss on her temple.
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"Bridal photos?"
In a coffee shop, Mu Yancheng's expression slightly blanched, his lips curling up in an ambiguous smile that seemed somewhat mocking, when his prospective wife mentioned that they should take their bridal photos as soon as possible.
He lifted the coffee cup to his lips and sipped gently at it before he cast his scornful gaze onto the lady sitting opposite of him, which made her feel uncomfortable and humiliated.
Song Enya curtly demanded, "What are you laughing about?!"
"It turns out that Miss Song is such a romanticist! A bridal photoshoot?" He let out another scoff. "I think we can skip that since it's fake and pointless! You know very well why I'm marrying you, yet you want me to stand beside you to take bridal photos? Don't you find the idea revolting?"
He shook his head once more. "Just drop the idea!"
