Jasmine Yale couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror twice, then shyly nodded. "Okay."
The long lace-trimmed dress featured a design embellished with small crystals at the neckline, luxurious yet understated.
"If you like it, get one. We can keep looking at other things."
"Alright." She nodded, obedient as a little lamb.
Sylvan Cheney looped his arm around her waist and lowered his head to say, "Why are you being so well-behaved today?"
"Huh?" Jasmine Yale laughed, her eyes curving into crescents. "Isn't there a saying about 'the husband sings, and the wife follows'?"
Sylvan Cheney stayed silent for a few seconds.
Jasmine Yale thought she had said something wrong and looked straight at him.
After a while, he finally spat out two words: "Good phrase."
After speaking, he kept his arm around her waist and continued picking other dresses.
The mall was full of dazzling choices, with a wide variety of styles.
