"If you're going to wear it, hurry up and put it on, or I'll come over and pull you up myself."
"..."
Su Qingtian had no other choice but to squat down slightly and struggled to put on the cheongsam. Several times she almost slipped and nearly fell.
After finally getting it on, Su Qingtian stood up while fastening the buttons. When she raised her head, Mo Beiyan had already walked to the lakeside. She had to admit, he indeed had a face that bewitched everyone. The feeling he gave off was different from Mo Nanjue; his was more of a wicked charm. "Come up."
Mo Beiyan reached out his hand.
Su Qingtian stood in the water, the cheongsam outlining her graceful figure. She lowered her head, "Eldest Young Master, I'd rather come up by myself..."
Mo Beiyan was most annoyed by this and bent down to lift her whole body out of the water.
"Ah——"
