Youyou raised her head slowly and looked at Ma Zhihao.
Ma Zhihao was frowning slightly, staring at her with a hint of disdain?
Youyou raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, "Ma Zhihao, are you looking down on me?"
"I just think the wedding dress is not pretty."
"Then let's choose again." Youyou lowered her head, but her gaze was no longer on the album, instead it was on her own figure.
It seemed that some parts were much smaller compared to girls her age.
"How about... stuffing a few balls of cotton inside then?" Youyou suddenly lifted her head, smiling brightly at Ma Zhihao.
Ma Zhihao lifted his gaze from the album and locked eyes with her shimmering and charming eyes, his heart stirred.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on Youyou's lips.
"Didn't you say I can't hold it up? Would stuffing a few balls of cotton help?"
