Shiwu, Zhuo Lin, and the stylist, along with others, snapped back to reality, broke out in cold sweat, and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look randomly anymore.
Qiao Mo, however, didn't notice the change in the room, and looked at him with some anticipation: "How is it? Is the color too bright?"
Fu Nancheng cleared his throat, his gaze obviously fixed on her, unable to move away, yet he pretended to be indifferent and said, "It's okay."
"Tch..." Qiao Mo gave him a disdainful glance.
But she still particularly valued his opinion, and within a few seconds, Qiao Mo said again, "Then I'll go change into another outfit."
She had just turned around when he pulled her back.
Her nose bumped against his chest, a little painfully.
He whispered in her ear: "You're beautiful, beautiful enough to make me want to strip you bare."
Qiao Mo's face heated up slightly, she scolded playfully: "Lust beetle up your brain."
