Mu Qiu didn't change.
Listening to your boyfriend's opinion is one thing, but whether you do it is another. She just loved the fitted crop tops with cargo pants; wearing them to a barbecue was fitting.
She insisted on not changing, and Cheng Zhirang didn't interfere much, but walking behind her, his gaze inevitably drifted to her astonishingly narrow waist.
If he placed both hands on it, maybe they would fit just right to lift her up.
Contact between his palms and that soft, fair skin would probably feel quite different...
He and Shi Yuhuai were walking side by side at the end, maintaining a calm face, but if you looked closely at his eyes, you'd notice he was somewhat distracted.
Mu Qiu didn't know what he was thinking about. She was walking ahead with Guan Yu and the others, discussing their own outfits.
Tang Zi and Shu Ran had the same style for their dresses.
