The answer to whether Yan Gui can make Lu Zhiyuan suffer a loss will be revealed soon, so there's no need to rush.
Yan Gui didn't let Feng Guang go home in a wet dress. Instead, he took her back to his apartment first. Yan Gui had moved out of the Yan family a long time ago and lived alone. He liked living alone without being disturbed. But Feng Guang was different. For him, Feng Guang was not a disturbance, but a warm ray of light that made his life richer.
After entering the room, he took Fengguang's hand and led her directly into his studio. The moment they stepped into the studio, Fengguang was stunned.
The studio, though not small, was filled with numerous clothes racks, and the clothes hanging on them were countless. Feng Guang had always loved wearing dresses, and like other women, she couldn't resist the sight of beautiful clothes.
Feng Guang wasn't unfamiliar with shopping malls; she had simply never seen such a dazzling array of clothes, and each piece made her want to try them on.
Yan Gui held Feng Guang's hand as they stood in the center of the room. He looked down at her and asked, "Feng Guang, do you like any of the clothes here?"
Feng Guang couldn't answer, but now she could believe that this man really was Nichos.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Gui picked out a chiffon dress embroidered with red baby's breath and asked, "Would Feng Guang like to wear this?"
"Hmm..." Feng Guang took the clothes; she was just hoping someone would give her a choice.
Yan Gui left the room temporarily, leaving space for Feng Guang to change her clothes, while he himself changed into a clean set of clothes. A few minutes later, he and Feng Guang stood in the room again.
He said, "Fengguang looks great in this dress."
“I look good in anything…” Feng Guang muttered, then asked curiously, “Since you can make such beautiful clothes, why do you only sell no more than three pieces a year?”
“These are not for sale.” Yan Gui walked behind her and helped her tie the ribbon at the back of her neck. He said softly, “No one else is qualified to wear these clothes.”
He's not short of money; he does whatever he wants.
Feng Guang originally thought she didn't know much about him, but now she can understand him a little bit more.
Yan Gui took another pair of white sneakers from the cabinet, squatted down, and held Feng Guang's ankle, saying, "Wearing high heels is very tiring. In front of me, Feng Guang doesn't have to act so perfect."
Surprisingly, he sometimes displays exceptionally high emotional intelligence.
Feng Guang obediently lifted her foot, took off her high heels, and put on comfortable white flats. For some reason, when she looked down at Yan Gui, who was putting shoes on her, her heart suddenly started pounding.
Just like before, when Lu Zhiyuan tied her shoelaces, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter... No, now this man's actions would make her heart beat even faster than Lu Zhiyuan's before.
Yan Gui helped Feng Guang change her shoes. He looked up at her, only to see a pair of eyes staring at him without blinking.
Feng Guang slowly reached out and cupped his face in her hands. She stared at him for a very long time, pondering a question, "Yan Gui... why do I feel such a strong sense of familiarity with you?"
"I don't know." Yan Gui's eyes flickered slightly, as if stars were shining brightly in the night sky.
Suddenly, she had a sudden realization and said blankly, "I don't need you to meet any conditions anymore, Yan Gui. Maybe I should just marry you."
This feeling came so mysteriously, yet so intensely.
Yan Gui raised his hand, covered the back of her hand, and softly said "okay".
He thought that perhaps feelings are sometimes mutual. Just like when he had contact with Fengguang, he felt a strange longing for her, and now Fengguang seemed to have the same feeling as him.
Yan Gui didn't think this was a bad thing; at least, she was willing to accept him.
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