Your Move of Throwing Yourself into My Arms is Far More Seductive Than Any Outfit

Ji Nuan stared back at her reflection; she was dressed like a student of the Republic of China. Although she was beautiful, and Mrs. Wan Zhu was complimenting her endlessly by the side, Ji Nuan still found herself to be too thin.

She touched her own waist and came to a resolute decision in her heart; from today onwards, she would have at least two bowls of rice, one plate of vegetables, and one plate of meat for every meal.

As she considered this, she headed out of the changing room to look for the make-up artist.

There was a small balcony behind the changing room and occasionally, there would be employees smoking there. Ji Nuan knew that Mo Jingshen's changing room was not too far away and subconsciously turned to look in that direction.

To her surprise, on the small balcony under the sunshine, was the back view of a tall and broad-shouldered man. The sight was slightly foreign, yet very familiar.