A few minutes later, the fitting room door opened, and Ling Fei walked out.
Song Tian Mo hadn't strayed far.
He was standing near the fitting room, casually perusing the clothes hanging in the shop; when he heard the sound, he turned his head.
Seeing Ling Fei donned in a gown, his eyes instantly lit up—Ling Fei, already beautiful, was even more stunning in this dress.
The gown fit perfectly.
It seemed like it was made specifically for her—elegant and graceful in design. She had fair skin, a tall, slender frame; wearing it, she presented her impressive figure perfectly, yet not in an indecent manner. Against the backdrop of the sapphire blue gown, her complexion appeared even fairer.
The more Song Tian Mo looked, the more pleased he became.
"Beautiful."
He stood in front of Ling Fei, unsparing in his compliment, his dark eyes radiant, filled with admiration.
Women wish to be admired.
Ling Fei was no exception.