Zhenzhen got curious by their conversation and walked over, but the moment she saw the dress, she knew it wasn't right for her.
The dress was pretty, no doubt, but the style was way too innocent—like one of those long white dresses guys call their "first love" dress. The dress itself was fine; if a girl with the right vibe wore it, it would totally look amazing. But the problem was, Zhenzhen had a mature, boss-lady face and figure. She could pull off casual, sophisticated, or sexy styles, but that sweet and pure look? Not happening.
"This is so not for me. If I wear it, I'm gonna look all weird and out of place."
Tianyu wasn't convinced, "You haven't even tried it yet! This dress looks so good, and you're so good-looking—how could it not work on you?"
Mengchen nodded along, his little voice piping up, "Exactly, sis looks good in anything!" He said it with a proud face—that was his sister after all.
