"That's so ugly, go back and change." He Chen was unhappy, very unhappy.
He even regretted it, knowing that this woman looked so good in a long dress, he should have let her wear a sack before going out.
Yin Mo's face and figure paired with the fitted black velvet long gown, the sexiness index is almost off the charts.
He Chen's domineering possessiveness was at work, further strengthening a belief that he can't let this woman dress too attractively in the future.
Way too damn eye-catching.
At this moment, Yin Mo touched the black velvet fabric, feeling its excellent texture, and her pursed lips showed a bit of emotion, "Weren't you the one who let me wear this dress? Why are you saying it's ugly now?"
He Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his subconscious sharp-tongued nature urged him to retort, "You don't even look at yourself..."
Halfway through speaking, he hastily fell silent.
Because Yin Mo pouted slightly, her expression carrying an indistinct grievance.
