In disbelief, Qiao Qing turned to look at him, "Don't tell me you designed this yourself?"
"Not just designed," Jun Yexuan rubbed his cheek against hers and said romantically, "From design to making, I never let another person touch this. The moment you agreed to marry me, I became determined that my girl will for sure wear the gown I tailored for her."
"No matter how good the designer is, they will have their own unique style and so their products may look similar to each other. I want you to have something that is fully unique."
Qiao Qing's heart skipped a beat. Emotions kept on crashing into her like waves. Once against, she found her eyes fog up, "You're writing romantic poetries today."
Jun Yexuan smiled, "If you like it, I will keep reciting romantic words to you. In this lifetime, I won't use the same line twice.
"..." Qiao Qing was certain that he had the upper hand when it came to words.
