But she had forgotten that once her name was entered into his household registry, she would take his surname; she had long been his.
After applying her makeup and changing her clothes, it was already half past six when Wei Anning emerged from the dressing room in her gown. Holding up the hem of her dress and wearing high heels, the slightly fluffy skirt made her look like a noble princess.
Approaching Leng Youchen, she was satisfied with the stunning admiration that flickered in the depths of the man's eyes. She tilted her head slightly, "How do I look, beautiful?"
Leng Youchen stared at her for a long while, her traditional off-the-shoulder gown, not revealing any cleavage or back, exuded a kind of ascetic sexiness that ignited a fire within him more than any cleavage-baring dress ever could.
His eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the torrent of emotions that surged through him for a brief moment.
