Yin Huan leaned against Bo Xun’s chest, having not only changed into her wedding gown but also applied exquisite makeup. The shimmer around her eyes sparkled like brilliant stars across the night sky, radiant and dazzlingly beautiful.
Bo Xun held her slender waist, his gaze drifting downward to reveal vast expanses of snow-white skin, where her proud bosom rose and fell with her slightly hurried breaths.
Swallowing hard despite himself, he spoke in a deliberately teasing tone, “My little Huan, can’t wait to throw yourself into my arms already?”
“Throw yourself into a ghost! You’re stepping on my dress!” Yin Huan braced against his arm and looked up, their eyes meeting.
How to describe Bo Xun’s expression?
Those typically teasing, nonchalant dark eyes now burned with profound intensity, swirling with indescribable emotions. His narrow phoenix eyes were truly masterful at seduction, especially when paired with that faint, elusive smile curling at his lips—like a peacock perpetually ready to display its plumage.
“Apologies, I didn’t notice. These damned feet of mine just couldn’t resist getting closer to you,” Bo Xun murmured with a rogue’s chuckle near her ear.
The faint warmth seeped into Yin Huan’s ear, the tingling sensation like columns of ants marching from her ear canal deep into her body.
Why did he have to get so close just to speak?
A shiver ran through Yin Huan’s frame.
“Cold?” Bo Xun whispered, “Want me to hold you tighter?”
“Get lost!”
Yin Huan pushed him away and looked down at her skirt.
Though the soles of Bo Xun’s shoes weren’t particularly dirty, the pristine white wedding gown now bore a faint smudge.
“Young Mistress, we’re here to take wedding photos. Where are you going?” Bo Xun caught her pale wrist. “The wedding may be imminent, but we can’t skip the entrance ceremony portraits.”
Wedding photos?
Yin Huan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. “Fine, let’s just get it over with.”
Better to finish quickly than prolong the ordeal.
The photographer approached with his camera, directing Bo Xun and Yin Huan into position.
With Bo Xun’s arm around her waist, Yin Huan held a bouquet of vibrant red roses, smiling gracefully toward the lens.
She had perfected this standard smile since childhood—poised, elegant, and flawlessly proper.
“Yes, excellent.”
Though the photographer had shot numerous major campaigns and even worked with many celebrities, this was his first time encountering such divinely beautiful partners. The bride was breathtakingly gorgeous, the groom exceptionally handsome—yet their interaction lacked the sparkling chemistry typical of couples in love.
“Change poses. Look at each other.”
As shop attendants adjusted Yin Huan’s gown, she faced Bo Xun, who flashed that infuriatingly mischievous grin.
How punchable!
As Bo Xun leaned closer, Yin Huan instinctively tilted her head back.
“Don’t shy away. Cooperate with the photographer if you want to finish quickly,” Bo Xun teased with a roguish eyebrow lift before leaning in, his breath slightly heavy, his tall nose bridge nearly touching hers.
When their noses brushed, Yin Huan instinctively closed her eyes.
Bo Xun watched her trembling lashes—curved, upturned, and long as crow’s feathers. The glitter around her eyes, products he knew nothing about, simply looked beautiful and perfectly suited her.
She had always been the capital’s most dazzling, vibrant, and exquisite young mistress.
And he—he could claim her.
Yin Huan only felt Bo Xun was too close, as if he’d stolen all the air around them, leaving her breathless.
Though her eyes were shut, she sensed his wicked little nose twitch, as if preparing to kiss her.
“Don’t…”
Yin Huan’s red lips parted slightly, and Bo Xun seized the opportunity to capture them, kissing the soft lips he had long yearned for.
Yin Huan’s eyes widened; she hadn’t heard the photographer instruct them to kiss.
Bo Xun’s action was entirely in line with his inherently sleazy and rotten nature, trying to take advantage of her!
Yin Huan’s small hands struck him, but Bo Xun easily caught them. “We’re taking photos, Huanhuan.”
“Taking photos and you still kiss me?”
“Couldn’t help it. Huanhuan is too beautiful.”
“Pervert! How many people has that filthy mouth kissed, and you dare kiss me!”
His mouth filthy?
This Yin Huan really had the talent to infuriate him.
Bo Xun pinched her waist. “Not many, just you.”
Yin Huan glared at him with her beautiful eyes. Nonsense! She didn’t believe a single word, and he dared to pinch her waist!
The photographer wanted them to change poses for more photos, but Yin Huan grew impatient. “As long as the photos are usable, we don’t need that many.”
She lifted her wedding dress skirt and stepped down.
Shop assistants on both sides followed, but Bo Xun casually waved his hand and strode after Yin Huan. The assistants instinctively retreated.
It really felt like this newlywed couple didn’t get along well, even seeming a bit confrontational.
Yin Huan walked into the bright fitting room and stopped in front of the wall-length mirror. Tilting her head, she saw Bo Xun’s reflection in the mirror.
“Why is it you?”
“Why can’t it be me?” Bo Xun stood behind her. “Huanhuan, let me help you undress.”
Yin Huan turned sideways, the large skirt of her wedding dress messy on the floor. “Bo Xun, we’re not married yet. If you think you can take advantage of me, no way!”
“What a pity. Huanhuan won’t even let me inspect the goods?”
“Inspect the goods?”
Yin Huan covered the revealing cleavage at her chest with her right hand. “Bo Xun, whether you can perform or not is the key to marital life.”
“You’ll find out whether I can perform or not after we’re married.” Bo Xun carefully picked up her beautiful veil, his fingertips gently stroking it as if he were touching her.
Huanhuan’s skin must be much softer than this veil.
“Won’t you let me help you?”
“No need, thank you.” Yin Huan smiled and tugged, the veil slipping through Bo Xun’s fingers.
A faint sense of loneliness washed over him.
Yin Huan actually said thank you to him? Such politeness was so unfamiliar.
“Would you please leave?” Yin Huan snapped, shooing him away.
Bo Xun stood tall and graceful beside her, his deep gaze somber and intense.
Seeing he hadn’t moved, Yin Huan shouted sharply, “Get out!”
“I’ll wait for you outside.” Bo Xun left with a smile.
“Bo Xun, you really are disgustingly submissive!””Politely asking him to leave didn’t work, but shouting at him to get out made him obey like a disgustingly submissive fool.”
Hearing this, Bo Xun wasn’t angry or annoyed. “I am a cheap bone, Young Mistress, and you’re a cute little dog who only chews on this cheap bone.””
She was not a dog!
Bastard Bo Xun!
After changing her clothes, Yin Huan stepped out, and the bright light suddenly dimmed.
“Power outage?”
As soon as she spoke, a beam of light shone ahead. Bo Xun, standing tall and straight, walked toward her holding red roses.
Yin Huan: “…”
Ahhh!
What was this guy doing?
Proposing?
No need!
They had no feelings for each other; it was just a business marriage. Getting married was merely going through the motions—no need for all these ceremonial gestures, ahhh!
She didn’t want it—
Yin Huan stepped back. “Don’t come any closer!”
“Young Mistress, give me some face!” Bo Xun tilted his head and strode closer. “Hmm? People are watching!”
Didn’t he feel embarrassed at all?
Only he would think of proposing in a wedding dress shop.
Yin Huan stood rooted to the spot with gritted teeth. Though she didn’t want Bo Xun to propose, seeing him kneel on one knee seemed somewhat acceptable after all.
Bo Xun nervously held out the bouquet of roses, a proud, confident smile playing on his lips, his expression calm and composed.
But inside, he was screaming: Do me a favor, do me a favor—take it, take it, take it, please, Young Mistress!!
After all, he was the eldest young master of a top-tier wealthy family in the capital—being rejected would be far too humiliating!!