The bridesmaid dress was a blue-gray tulle gown, simple yet elegant.
Xie Qinghuan hurriedly entered the restroom to change into the dress, but because the zipper was on the back, she couldn’t quite reach it and had to gather her hair to one side to find soone for help.
But everyone in the room was too busy to even touch the ground, it was noisy and bustling.
It really was a scene of chaos then...
Xie Qinghuan walked up to a stylist who seed relatively free, not quite understanding what she was busy with: "Miss, could you help ..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a pair of large hands suddenly settled on her back.
Gently helping her with the zipper.
Xie Qinghuan was montarily stunned, then turned around and said, "Thank you..."
But before she could finish speaking, she was t with a roguishly handso face that made her frown instantly.
Yan Yiheng gazed at her with a half-smile, leaning in slightly in an attempt to get closer as he t her eyes.
Xie Qinghuan imdiately held out her right index finger, placing it in front of herself.
As Yan Yiheng approached, his chest bumped against her finger, which was painted red with nail polish.
Xie Qinghuan gave him a cold look: "Sir, this is a place where n are not allowed."
Yan Yiheng hooked his lips into a smile, "But what if my legs just won’t listen when I see you?"
Xie Qinghuan showed a hint of a smile.
The next second, Yan Yiheng supported her lower back with one hand and pulled her into his arms.
A flash of dissatisfaction crossed Xie Qinghuan’s eyes as she glanced around the room, seeing that indeed everyone’s attention was on her and the man in front of her, as if they were watching a show at the zoo.
Taking in his reaction, his deep gaze fell on her lips, and he asked softly, "What? Want to clear the room?"
"Sure." Xie Qinghuan replied with a smile.
But in the next mont, she lifted her high heel and forcefully stomped on his leather shoe.
But unexpectedly, the man in front of her reacted even faster, grabbing her thigh without allowing her to struggle, and the expected heel stomp never even touched his shoe.
A chill appeared in Xie Qinghuan’s eyes, yet she didn’t struggle and instead looked at him with a smile, "You talk a good ga."
He raised his eyebrows, revealing a mischievous smile, his thin lips just half an inch from her chin, then slowly moved down along her chin, lightly brushing across her collarbone, inhaling her fragrance.
What a charr...
At this mont, Xie Qinghuan slowly raised her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and tilted her head slightly. Before Yan Yiheng could react, she kissed his lips.
Yan Yiheng was montarily stunned, seemingly not having expected her sudden move.
As Yan Yiheng ca to his senses, he supported the back of her head with one hand, turning passive into active, and suddenly deepened the kiss.
Evenly matched, passionately intense.
The kiss made the room’s temperature rise, and a blush tinted Xie Qinghuan’s cheeks.
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