The air-conditioning in the bridal shop was turned on so much that goosebumps all over my arms exploded.
The shopping guide knelt on the ground and helped me adjust the hem of my skirt. She kept praising me: "Ms. Shen, this fishtail style really suits you. The waistline is just right. Mr. Fu has such good taste."
I looked up at Fu Xiuyuan on the sofa.
He was lowering his head to scroll through his phone. When he heard this, he raised his eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth perfunctorily: "Well, it's not bad."
Not bad.
The engagement dress, he said was pretty good.
