"You look gorgeous!"
The makeup artist who dressed Ye Qianqian up was beaming. After fixing her phoenix-inspired coronet, she began to arrange her red robe.
The process of layering on multiple tiers of garments was troublesome.
Ye Qianqian couldn't help thinking how Shen Zhilie would take off her layers of clothing on their wedding night – would he give up halfway and collapse?
Perhaps he wouldn't have to peel them off layer by layer. He could just tear them off her in one swift motion. Either way, she wouldn't be wearing the outfit again anyway.
The makeup artist noticed the strange smile on her face and chided, "What are you thinking about? A bride should pay attention to her image."
"Ahem!"
Ye Qianqian's face turned red.
Soon, the makeup artist was done fussing over her outfit. She admired her work from a distance and exclaimed, "This is beautiful. It's gorgeous! Let me take some pictures."