"What are you daydreaming about, hmm?" Lu Jingchen pressed her to sit on the comfortable sofa, brought his handsome face close to hers and kissed her, then asked, "Do you like those?"
The air was filled with his scent, Song Qiao withdrew her gaze and smiled, "They're all very beautiful, but I'm more looking forward to the wedding dress you've prepared for me."
Lu Jingchen glanced down at her, his eyes brimming with unrelenting tenderness, "You'll like it. If you don't, I'll have them rush to make another one for you."
His tone was so casual, just like usual. But to Song Qiao's ears, it meant something else, as if he was threatening that if she didn't like it, he would spend whatever it takes to design a new wedding dress before the wedding.
This made her question why he was only bringing her to try on wedding dresses now. With only half a month left until their wedding on the 15th, if she really didn't like it, would they really have time to make another one?
