She suddenly froze, her sharply contrasting pupils filled with surprise as her rosy lips slightly parted, "How... is it you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Li Yuntang's handsome face lifted into a smile, looking at the girl in front of the window, innocent and alluring, a shallow smile finally surfacing beneath his icy, indifferent eyes. He elegantly advanced toward her, his deep and magnetic voice slowly saying, "Regarding this dress... the little guy's taste is still lacking somewhat."
Watching as the man unilaterally closed the distance between them, Yan Xiaye held up the heavy skirt, her slender back pressed against the cold wall, her lips pursed in complex emotions, uncertain of which expression to face the man with.
Taking a quiet, deep breath, she mustered the courage to meet the man's profound gaze and said as if it were nothing, "Is Miss Yin Mo here? Has she picked out a wedding dress yet?"
"Probably."
