"What are you doing here? Isn't there a VIP lounge outside?" Ji Nuan said as she arranged her dress.
No sooner had she finished, she saw the man walking toward her.
His dark trousers were neatly pressed and his black shoes stepped down the three marble steps behind the door of the dressing room.
Seeing her sitting motionless on the sofa, Mo Jingshen looked at the hem of her dress, which she had been deliberately arranging, asking, "Your stomach is bothering you again?"
"No, it's much better than yesterday." Although she said so, her stomach still had a dull ache, but it was not as painful as it had been yesterday on the first day of her period. And she bought a warm paste at a nearby supermarket this noon, so now she felt less pain.
She asked, "Isn't the party a few hours away? Anyway, I've put on my dress and my hair has been done, so I don't want to bother with it anymore and will just sit here to rest."
