Ling Chuan deliberately kept her guessing. His gentle smile was full of doting, and he even pinched her little nose lightly with slender fingers.
"Hey~"
Lu An pretended to be unhappy as she bit his hand, but she still let him take her away.
Very quickly, Lu An was brought to a huge dressing room.
A very professional-looking makeup artist and stylist were already waiting. There were also rows and rows of exquisite dresses on the side.
"Brother, this is…"
Lu An was utterly stupefied and still a little muddle-headed.
"Mm, didn't I say that I won't lie to you again?
"Then just wait patiently and let me surprise you. How about that?"
The man pinched her little face with slender fingers, his gentle eyes exceptionally confident and doting.
"Really?"
Lu An pretended to be doubtful, but her heart felt sweet and warm, and she was a little touched; just a very little.
