But even if I like it, so what? This wedding dress is destined not to belong to me. Xi Mohan lowered his gaze to her, then wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin directly on her shoulder. Their posture appeared extremely intimate, and the reflection of their figures was cast on the glass window. Ning Wan's body had already stiffened, not daring to move.
The man leaned closer, his warm breath on her face, and said, "Do you want to go in and try it on?"
Ning Wan's expression froze. Looking at the two people embracing in the window, she coldly spoke, "Try what? The wedding dress? Xi Mohan, I'm not your fiancée. You should find Ning Yan'er, let her accompany you to try it."
She originally thought she should be angry, but after thinking it over, why should she be angry?
She and Xi Mohan were only ever a transaction, together not because of feelings.
