As Jingmei was joking around, Yun Mo had already entered through the door.
The moment he stepped in, Yun Mo was briefly stunned.
He had never seen a Qiaoqiao as dazzling as this before, not even when she last wore a red carpet gown of a certain celebrity, was she as stunning.
The bun that was always coiled up behind her head had been let down. Perhaps there were traces of its previous shape. The normally straight hair had become slightly curled, draped over her fair shoulders, looking delicate and charming.
Her long dress had a high front and low back, the foreign satin in front just reaching her ankles.
Revealing her eight-centimeter high crystal high heels, such thin heels and shiny crystals made her ankles even more enchanting.
The wedding dress draped her slender waist, outlining her perfect curves. With her slight movement, the skirt set waves under the light, so enticing.
