Inside the bridal shop
Ruan Mengxi stood in front of the floor-length mirror, dressed in a white gown. After a slight adjustment to the bust, Tang Wan walked over, her fingers gently brushing the narrow satin edge on Ruan Mengxi's shoulder. The figure in the mirror had luscious red lips and a graceful figure.
Usually, wedding dresses are sacred and dignified, but on her, they always exude a different kind of allure, as if she were a person restless at home.
Not like a virtuous housewife.
Lin Luyou glanced at her, increasingly feeling that her own chest was flat, and her bottom was sagged.
"Have you lost weight again recently? Are you dieting for the wedding?" Tang Wan raised her hand to help with the skirt hem at Mengxi's side.
"No, maybe the club has been busy lately; our boss bailed and ran away, leaving the responsibilities to me and another assistant." Ruan Mengxi felt gloomy just thinking about it.
