Gong Yeyan rose from the sofa, his long legs moving with a dignified stride as he walked to Ming Ge's side. He gracefully rested a beautiful hand on her shoulder, leaned in slightly, and staring at his girlfriend's fair and radiant face through the mirror, he said:
"It's not perfunctory, it indeed looks good."
He paused for a moment, his voice slow and deep, mesmerizing as he gently added:
"The person is beautiful, so apart from recognition and agreement, I have no say. Moreover, every piece of clothing here is custom-made for you; there's no reason they wouldn't look good."
Each word was like a knife.
Every knife was deadly.
Striking precisely at the softest spot in her heart.
Rendering her utterly defenseless.
Ming Ge: "..."
She couldn't help covering her face.
This was… too much!
In comparison, Ming Ge felt that she had been a bit unreasonable just now.