In the end, Qin Miaomiao didn't accept his terms for the deal — a minimum of three hours every time?
Heh, she'd die!
"Back to the point, help me pick a dress for tomorrow night's banquet. And jewelry. These are pictures the stylist sent over—choose one for me."
Lu Qing casually flipped through the images on the iPad while she curled up in his arms, the two of them browsing together.
"This red one?" she suggested, as she admittedly had a fondness for red.
"Too flashy."
"How about this white one?"
"Boring."
Qin Miaomiao glared at him and stuffed a grape into his mouth in passing. "None of them are good?"
"Don't rush—take your time picking."
Qin Miaomiao yawned and muttered, "Whatever, you pick one for me. I just want to sleep."
When she said sleep, she really could fall asleep right away. Lu Qing seriously continued scrolling through the dress photos, taking in her subtle fragrance, even feeling like the light in the room had grown warmer thanks to her presence.
