Tsk!
It's just an evening dress, isn't it?
I've worn one in front of him before!
"Fine, I'll wear it!" Mu Anran hugged her handbag to her chest and stared at him suspiciously, "Hey, you're going to keep your word, right?"
Yu Lingqian's lips curved slightly, looking as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Mu Anran thought about it and still went to the washroom; she definitely didn't want to change in front of him.
One minute passed…
Five minutes passed…
By the tenth minute, Yu Lingqian's patience had almost worn thin.
He rested his hands under his chin, gazing at the bathroom door that remained tightly closed, "Do you need me to come in there and ask you out?"
"Ah—no, no need at all!"
The next second, a panicked voice came from inside the bathroom.
At this moment, Mu Anran looked at herself in the mirror, her face as red as a monkey's butt.
Damn it!
Who on earth told Yu Lingqian to cut the dress so short!
