The staff at the bridal shop, seeing this scene, quickly took the hint and stepped aside, leaving space for Jiang Moxi and Fu Youhan.
Fu Youhan kissed her passionately until he was pushed away by Jiang Moxi, only then did he realize he had somewhat lost control.
"Stop kissing. We're here to try on wedding dresses, and if others see us like this, they'll think we're here for our wedding night."
Jiang Moxi's face turned a rosy hue, and her lips looked like roses dewed with morning mist.
Fu Youhan took a couple of deep breaths to regain some control over himself.
But he still monopolized Jiang Moxi's waist, refusing to let go, whispering into her ear.
"Sorry, I almost lost control again. Xixi, you're just like poppy, being away from you these past few days, I've almost gone mad."
The man's voice was husky, his breath hot on her ear, occasionally tickling Jiang Moxi's earlobe, sending shivers through her body.
