Chapter 253 He was happy with everything.
The consultant, quick-witted, noticed this and, suppressing a laugh, hurriedly went to retrieve the dress.
It seems this cool and handsome man with a strong aura is a complete henpecked husband.
Having succeeded, Shen Yuepo's lips curled into a pleased smile. He leaned closer to Feng Jin and whispered:
"Feng Jin, I take back what I just said. You're not an old relic."
Feng Jin didn't speak, but instead tightened his grip on her hand, his mind involuntarily starting to imagine how radiant she would look in that gilded fishtail dress...
The consultant quickly brought out several formal dresses that fit Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, and led them to their respective fitting rooms.
Feng Jin's fitting room was faster; he changed into the first classic black tuxedo he had chosen.
The perfectly tailored suit accentuated his tall and imposing figure, revealing his noble and dignified presence.
However, her innate aloofness and detachment made even the assistant who wanted to help tidy up the details he dared not approach her easily.
He quickly left the fitting room and sat down in the waiting area set up for those accompanying him.
The room is furnished comfortably and elegantly, with warm tea and delicious snacks on the coffee table.
Directly opposite was the fitting room where Shen Yuepo was, with a heavy, deep red velvet curtain covering everything.
Feng Jin sat upright on the sofa, still maintaining the air of someone who had long held a superior position. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that his dark golden eyes would unconsciously fall on the tightly closed curtain again and again.
His fingers, resting on his knees, would occasionally tap lightly without his notice, revealing a rare expression of anticipation.
The first dress Shen Yuepo tried on was the gold-plated strapless fishtail dress that she fell in love with at first sight.
Her assistant spent quite a while tidying her up, making sure every detail was perfect.
Finally, a slight sliding sound came from the top of the curtain.
"Whoosh!"
When the heavy curtain was slowly pulled back from the inside by the assistant, the air in the waiting area seemed to freeze for a moment.
Shen Yuepo leaned against the door frame and walked out cautiously. Her high heels made her already slender figure appear even more elongated.
The gilded dress, now worn by her, looked even more breathtakingly beautiful than when it was on display.
The strapless design perfectly showcased her beautifully shaped collarbones, and her skin, illuminated by the shimmering gold of countless tiny rhinestones, was almost dazzlingly white.
The dress fits extremely well, perfectly outlining the curves from the chest to the waist and hips.
Starting from the knees, the skirt trails gracefully like a real fishtail.
As she walked, the rhinestones on her dress flowed and changed with the light and her movements, dazzling and captivating.
It was as if every step shattered the Milky Way, shimmering and sparkling.
She wore no necklace or earrings, but her splendor was the most dazzling adornment in itself, and any further embellishment would have been superfluous.
Shen Yuepo frowned slightly, trying to adapt to the gorgeous skirt that restricted her movements a little.
She sighed softly. Just as she expected…
Beauty comes at a price.
The moment Feng Jin saw her clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It was even more dazzling and imposing than he had expected.
Large areas of his bare shoulders, neck, and arms, surrounded by glittering gold, were dazzlingly white, making his breathing somewhat disordered.
Shen Yuepo looked at him, her eyes questioning, with a hint of uncertain shyness, and asked softly, "Is it pretty?"
Feng Jin did not answer immediately.
He stood up and walked step by step to her, his tall figure looming over her.
His gaze traced her features, which were made even more radiant by her gorgeous dress, and finally settled on her questioning eyes.
Feng Jin reached out his hand, his fingertips hesitating for a moment, as if he was restraining something.
In the end, he simply brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek with a gentle touch, and his deep, melodious voice rang out, filled with undisguised admiration, "So beautiful."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo's face broke into a genuine smile, like the first bloom of moonlight, instantly eclipsing all the other lights in the room.
Next, she tried on two more of the selected dresses.
Feng Jin watched quietly throughout, each time the curtain was drawn back, it brought a different visual experience and impact.
He had to admit that these modern clothes, worn by her, did indeed... look good in their own way.
Although he still felt that some styles used excessive amounts of fabric, he was willing to try to appreciate and accept them as long as she liked them and was happy.
Finally, all the dresses were confirmed to be correct.
As arranged by the photographer, Shen Yuepo chose to shoot the gold-plated fishtail dress first.
Adorned in glamorous attire, with the lighting in place and the background arranged in a simple yet layered dark space, the event aimed to maximize the radiance of the figures and the gowns themselves.
Shen Yuepo stood under the spotlight, slightly adjusting her breathing.
Feng Jin also changed into a dark blue velvet suit and stood beside her.
When the photographer raised his camera, indicating that they could start posing, Feng Jin's arm naturally wrapped around Chen Yuepo's slender waist.
The burning heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric, carrying a sense of possession and protection.
Shen Yuepo turned her head and smiled slightly at him, then relaxed her body and leaned into his arms.
The interplay of shimmering gold and deep velvet blue captures a timeless moment that transcends time, all within the lens of a modern camera.
"Perfect! That's it! Keep it up!"
The photographer excitedly pressed the shutter repeatedly, capturing this romantic moment.
During breaks in filming, Feng Jin would subtly adjust his pose without making a sound.
Using his own body shadow, he perfectly shielded Shen Yuepo from angles he felt were too revealing.
Shen Yuepo noticed, but didn't point it out. She just chuckled softly in his ear occasionally, which earned her an even tighter hug in return.
Inside the photography studio, only the crisp sound of camera shutters could be heard.
After the last set of photos was taken, Shen Yuepo changed back into her everyday clothes. She felt more tired than if she had fought a battle, but she was very happy.
Feng Jin took her coat, carefully adjusted her collar, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
“Indeed, it’s more tiring than catching ghosts.” Shen Yuepo leaned against him. “My face is a little stiff from smiling so much. What about you? Do you find it more troublesome than dealing with the official documents of the Ten Kings of Hell?”
Feng Jin looked down at her tired face, raised his hand, gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and whispered, "It's no trouble."
He was happy with everything.
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