Qiao Xia's face was pale, as if she had heard his words; her heart turned to ashes, and she just stared at him without saying anything. Mu Liang suddenly cursed, "Damn it!"
He didn't know how many curses he had blurted out in one breath, not a single one sounding pleasant.
While internally chanting that he wouldn't go soft, nor would he allow her to have wedding dress photos taken with him, he parked the car in front of a photography studio.
"Get out of the car if you want to take photos!" Mu Liang said roughly, his eyes fiercely sharp, wishing he could slap Qiao Xia down onto the car roof. His heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness; he clearly didn't want to come here to take wedding photos with her.
Why did his damned hand drive them here?
Why the damned hand?
Why the damned hand!!!!
