"That's right," Lu Nancheng didn't hide his feelings, saying bluntly, "Seeing you in red, I just couldn't resist."
"Lu Nancheng," Ran Tong gritted her teeth, enunciating each word, "Your sister just doused me with most of a glass of red wine, it's very cold now, and if you plan to dawdle like this, tonight I might come down with a cold or a fever, so don't blame me if it ruins your wedding night."
"Pfft..." Lu Nancheng laughed unrestrainedly.
Ran Tong: "..."
It was quite a while later, before Lu Nancheng could restrain his laughter, speaking in a low voice, "Fine, for your sake, so you don't catch a cold, so you don't get a fever, and for my happiness tonight, go change your clothes first."
Ran Tong pushed him away irritably and got up.
Her graceful figure wrapped in the cheongsam slowly walked over to a clothes rack, raised her hand, and placed another set of rose-red Chinese formal wear in front of her.
