"Low-cut? Sleeveless? Short skirt?" Meng Xinian's face darkened.
What kind of outfit is that?
Just the thought of her wearing clothes like that, with large areas of her fair, smooth skin on display for others, made his heart feel like it was being scratched repeatedly.
Chiang Xiao just remembered that in this era there weren't such sexy dresses yet, wedding cocktail dresses? Mini wedding dresses?
Don't even think about it, even white wedding dresses were very old-fashioned in style.
She might as well wear a military uniform.
However, she remembered that many years later, most people looked back and regretted not taking more photos at that time, and some hadn't even thought about capturing memories with pictures.
"Brother Xinian, let's take a set of wedding photos then."
"Of course, we need to take wedding photos."
"Not the kind of studio portrait you're thinking of, just the two of us sitting together. Let's do street photography."
