Luo SuiFeng held Wen Rou, his heart aching unbearably.
In the end, this whole affair was due to him.
If he hadn't taken Mù Qiānxún to record "Song of the Demon," none of this would have happened.
"Wen Rou, I'm sorry about this. It's my fault."
All Wen Rou could do was cry in Luo SuiFeng's embrace.
Feeling Luo SuiFeng's foolishness, she curled her lips in a slight sneer.
*
These past few days, Mù Qiānxún was preparing for a trip to the seaside.
First of all, that meant swimsuits.
Ou Zun's swimsuit criteria were conservative yet attractive!
Damn it, swimsuits are bikinis, how can bikinis be conservative?
And how would a conservative one look good?
She's really being given a tough challenge!
So, she bought a few beach dresses.
Underneath, she wore conservative swimsuits!
Two best friends married to two brothers, they could do everything together. Going somewhere fun, of course, shopping had to be done together.
