At seven in the evening, it was already early autumn, and Qiao An was still wearing a thin dress.
The elegantly cut white dress accentuated her graceful figure to the fullest.
The low-neck design revealed her ample curves without reservation.
She had put on a delicate makeup specifically for tonight's candlelight dinner.
Her face was calm and exquisite, her beautiful eyes shimmering, her red lips blazing—what a stunning, aloof beauty she was.
Lu Yin supported his forehead with one hand, "Qiaoqiao, put your clothes on."
"No."
Qiao An flatly refused.
She rejected the request to wear his suit jacket.
She intimately held Lu Yin's arm, her lips curving slightly, "Are the reporters in place?"
"Yep, everything's arranged."
"Come a bit closer; how else will people believe we're a couple deeply in love?"
Lu Yin: "..."
Being a couple was one thing.
But deeply in love?
Lu Yin was speechless.
......
Lu Meng stayed up all night gaming again last night.
