When Han Luoli said he'd give Ling Ye a live demo, Ling Ye instantly perked up.
He'd been calling himself a little prince of love for so many years, and now his second brother had looked down on him so cruelly—he absolutely refused to accept that!
It's just that… when he was actually standing in front of the woman he loved, all he could say were those few honest-to-god sounds from the bottom of his lungs.
They were blunt, sure, but they were sincere.
All those insincere sweet nothings were just for playing along and fooling those shallow girls; of course he'd never say them to Lele.
Han Luoli chuckled softly, and waited until Gu Xiaoer walked out of the fitting room.
She was in a simple cotton-linen dress, fresh and clean.
After tossing Ling Ye a look, Han Luoli gave his wife a once-over from head to toe, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and slowly said, "Xiao Er, this dress doesn't suit you."
