Looking at Zhuo Ya's delicately pale face, Gu Jin's heartbeat accelerated.
Zhuo Ya stiffened under Gu Jin's gaze.
She slightly avoided Gu Jin's eyes and lifted her skirt, twirling in front of him.
"How about it? Do I look pretty?"
Gu Jin was almost entranced as he stared at Zhuo Ya.
"Of course, you look very pretty."
Gu Jin did not lie; such Zhuo Ya, was unbearably beautiful.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and reach out toward Zhuo Ya.
Zhuo Ya saw the man's hand stretching out to her, and she frowned and dodged it.
Gu Jin's hand grasped at thin air.
His face gradually grew darker, and his black eyes flickered with a cold chill.
"Ah Ya."
"I need time."
Zhuo Ya's hand clutched the wedding dress, her voice hoarse as she looked at Gu Jin and explained.
"Alright, I'll give you time."
"No matter how long you need, it's fine."
Zhuo Ya stopped talking.
Gu Jin's gaze softened as he watched Zhuo Ya: "As long as it's you, I'm willing to do anything."
Really... nauseating!
