"Don't fall in love with me. My orientation is quite normal; I like guys," Meng Shuqing said playfully.
Jian Xing rolled her eyes wildly, scratching her purposely tied-up hair, circling around Meng Shuqing and saying, "Lili is probably going to be furious later."
"Well, I actually need to thank her."
Meng Shuqing tugged at her clothes. She wasn't someone who liked to hog the spotlight, but she still had quite a few gowns. The clothes her mom sewed were the most beautiful, like this white dress, personally tailored by Tang Yue.
The upper part had a lace hollow design with floral patterns, her jade-like skin faintly visible. The lower part had a wide hem, and as she walked, the skirt fluttered. Meng Shuqing was already tall, and standing there, she exuded an ethereal aura.
Meng Shuqing's hair, black as silk, wasn't tied up but fell down her back, which was completely different from her usual casual sporty style.
