Fu Xiyao really didn’t lose weight. She wasn’t fat to begin with, and her figure was like a willow tree, graceful and graceful. She only ate a reasonable diet, and with the nourishment of her body, she made her appearance even more beautiful.
In fact, Fu Xiyao came from a noble background. Whether it was her self-control or her demeanor, she was the model of the entire socialite circle. However, she felt that it wasn’t enough. In order to wear the wedding dress and become the most beautiful bride in his eyes, she really put in a lot of effort.
Ling limu looked up at her with his deep black eyes. He slowly curled his thin lips and smiled tenderly. “In my eyes, you are the most beautiful.”
Aiyo, his sweet words were getting better and better day by day.
Fu Xiyao’s eyes curved into a smile. “Alright, I Won’t talk to you anymore. You should go back quickly. Tomorrow... I’ll wait for you to pick me up.”
