She stood in front of the fitting mirror like a fairy, her face delicate as an elf, her gaze tenderly fixed on him, "Is it beautiful?"
"Beautiful!" Dahai nodded dazedly.
Ning Mei walked towards him, her voluminous wedding dress brushing against his legs.
Ning Mei extended her hands, clad in white silk gloves, resting them on his shoulders, "This is the wedding dress I wore when I married him, and this room, it's our bridal chamber."
Dahai swallowed, "Sister Ning..."
Ning Mei smiled sweetly, her hand, wearing a white silk half-sleeve glove, gently caressed his face, her fingers trailing over his lips, then she slowly turned around.
She stopped by the window, turned her head to give him a look, her eyes full of allure.
She slowly bent down, her upper body leaning on the bed, then she lifted the hem of her dress.
The heavy, fluffy hem of the wedding dress when lifted, only revealed a segment of her leg wrapped in black stockings.
Dahai's neck veins throbbed.
