Dong Xin Yan didn't want to discuss such a rogue topic with him. Her dark eyes darted around, and she cleared her throat softly, "Can I show you the dress now?"
Gu Ningyi fastened his seatbelt, straightened his body, lazily glanced at her dress again, nodded, and opened his lips, "Mm, it's very pretty."
"What else?"
"What else?"
Gu Ningyi furrowed his brows, thinking with some difficulty. When a woman asks about a dress, isn't saying it's pretty enough? What else should be said? In this respect, he really didn't have much experience.
Dong Xin Yan waited for a while but didn't get an answer from Gu Ningyi. Seeing his troubled expression, she found it somewhat amusing.
She paused for a moment and said, "This dress is from the year you gave it to me."
That year...
A fleeting trace of confusion flashed across Gu Ningyi's dark eyes, but he soon remembered, "Your birthday present?"
"Mm, although it wasn't my birthday, it was indeed my birthday gift, the first gift you gave me."
