After putting on the wedding dress, Musheng turned to face Mu Lianmiao.
However, in his eyes, Musheng was beautiful no matter what she wore.
Especially now, donned in a wedding dress, with his child in her belly.
At this moment, Mu Lianmiao's heart brimmed with satisfaction, his brows and the corners of his eyes softened with a tender smile for Musheng.
Wedding dresses are particularly demanding in terms of body fit, especially custom-made ones. Musheng felt that the dress fit just right, with a loose gap around the belly left for next month when her stomach would be a bit bigger.
Only after getting the wedding dress on did Musheng remember what Mu Lianmiao had said about the eight sets: "Didn't you say you ordered eight wedding dresses?"
Mu Lianmiao's mouth quirked up, "I did order identical styles according to your measurements, but once they fit perfectly, we need no more."
Musheng: "..."
Indeed, the life of the wealthy was extraordinary.
"Isn't there still one set left?"