If I don’t Improve Myself, how can I Possibly be Good Enough for you?

Qiao Qing took the gown and headed to the room. 

After she closed the door, Jun Yexuan took out a small and delicate velvet jewelry box. 

The moment he opened it, the light reflected off his eyes. The shininess of it couldn't be hidden. 

He placed the box back into his pocket. 

Then he raised his head and focused on the closed door. It was impossible to hide the anticipation in his eyes as he acted like a teenage boy. 

After some time, the closed-door opened with a crack. Qiao Qing, with her long hair down to her waist and her hands lightly picking up the dress, walked out. She walked for a while and then placed down the dress. 

The sight of Qiao QIng in a wedding dress made Jun Yexuan lose his breath. The flames in his eyes burned. 

His gaze was almost too naked, and it made Qiao Qing uncomfortable. She avoided his gaze and murmured, "It fits. Does it look… look nice?"

Jun Yexuan didn't speak and only walked toward her.