"What are you daydreaming about, hmm?" Lu Jingchen pressed her into the comfortable couch, and his handsome face leaned in to peck her cheek before he asked, "Do you like those?"
Her nostrils filled with the man's scent, Song Qiao redirected her gaze and smiled, "They all look pretty, but I'm more looking forward to the wedding dress you prepared for me."
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to take a look at her, his eyes brimming with unfading tenderness, "You're going to like it. If not, I'll have it remade for you in time for the wedding."
His tone was as casual as ever, as though nothing had changed, but it echoed differently in Song Qiao's ears—almost like a threat. If she disliked it, he would spare no expense to have a wedding dress designed for her before the wedding.
