Song Moting looked at his wife in this dress.
"Xiao Xiao, you're truly beautiful!"
Everyone has a love for beauty, and he couldn't escape that; naturally, his wife was already pretty.
Today, wearing this outfit, his first glance was truly stunning.
At first sight, she was like the most delicate flower in a sea of blossoms, especially Xiao Xiao's radiant smile surrounded by passionate red roses, beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble.
"I made this wedding dress for myself. Had I followed my mom's advice, you'd be seeing a bride in a bulky red cotton jacket and pants today."
Jiang Xiaoxiao proudly straightened up to answer, not following her mom's wishes was absolutely correct, though unfortunately, she didn't hire someone to take photos. Otherwise, dressed like this, the two standing together would be a perfect match.
Song Moting couldn't help but pull her into his arms; she was now his.
His chest warmed with emotion.
The thought of doing something stirred within him.
