Yang Ming and Wang Kui returned home by horse-drawn carriage.
Neither of them sat inside the carriage; instead, they both sat at the front to drive.
When Xiaoxiao and Yang Qiu walked to the front, they both saw them.
Yang Ming's eyes naturally only had Xiaoxiao in them, but Wang Kui was different; his gaze was entirely fixed on Yang Qiu.
Today's Yang Qiu was different from before, dressed in a goose-yellow skirt that suited her complexion, with her three thousand strands of hair neatly and cleanly swept back, adorned with a silver hairpin with a butterfly pattern, her face clearly powdered.
Unlike those women with thick powder on their faces, Yang Qiu's powder was subtly applied, looking particularly natural and beautiful.
Yang Qiu's cheeks carried a hint of blush, that shy appearance made her look playful and cute.
It made him a bit stunned, even causing his heartbeat to slow down for a moment.
He had never seen this side of Yang Qiu before.
Was she specially dressed up?
