'I have put on a little weight.'
Lin Ping put her hands on her hips, struck a pose, and muttered under her breath.
Putting on a wedding dress again after eight years made her pretty face flush faintly with embarrassment.
Still, she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and slowly walked out of the master bedroom.
"Wow!"
The first thing to greet Lin Ping was Anan's gasp of wonder.
The warm light of the living room illuminated the glittering silver diamonds covering the dress, making it seem as if she were wrapped in a soft, flowing silver veil.
Her face was stunning, and her figure was graceful and exquisite.
Her aura was noble and elegant, yet it also held the unique charm and sexiness of a young matron.
Lin Shen couldn't help but stare, but Anan obviously didn't understand such little quirks of men.
She just thought her mommy was especially beautiful tonight!
"Mommy, you're so beautiful!"
