Bab 1223: The Wedding (3)

Lu Yeming stood at the door as Tang Mo'er sat on the carpet beside the floor. Even though he was standing quite a distance away, it was evident even to him the red flush on her face which had reached her pale ears. She was… really embarrassed.

Tang Mo'er coughed and said, "Yeming, why did you prepare such a dress for me? Isn't it a little too revealing?"

Lu Yeming's gaze shifted from her bare back to her face. He took big strides towards her, every step steady and swift. Raising his slim fingers, he undid his shirt buttons one at a time and took off his blazer. He knelt down beside Tang Mo'er and draped the blazer on her delicate shoulders, protecting her.

"Elder Sis, stand up first. It's cold on the floor."

"Mm."

Tang Mo'er pulled herself up using all four limbs, but her legs gave way again.

"Elder Sis, what's wrong?" Lu Yeming's deep eyes landed on her burning face.