A fashion queen

"How are you? Are you tired? Why don't we go home after dinner..." Mo Yunting gently put his arm around Cui Xueying's shoulders, wanting her to sit down and rest. He knew that today's itinerary might have made her a little tired, so he was very concerned about her feelings.

Cui Xueying smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was not tired. She gently broke free from Mo Yunting's embrace and slowly sat down. Her eyes swept over everything in front of her, her heart filled with happiness and satisfaction. She turned her head and looked at Mo Yunting affectionately, tears gleaming in her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, Yunting, you are so good to me! I can't imagine what my life would be like without you."

Hearing these words, Mo Yunting's heart melted. He murmured softly, "Do we still need to be so polite to each other? Hmm..." Yet, a small sense of loss lingered within him. He longed to hear her say "I love you," but she was always so shy, unwilling to express her feelings easily. But it didn't matter; he believed that one day, she would take the initiative to say those three words.

Maybe after they get married, she'll be braver and more willing to express her love. Thinking of this, he felt a little better. Perhaps he could start training her to call him "husband" now, which would be a good idea.

He smiled slightly and decided not to dwell on it anymore. He patted Cui Xueying's hand gently and said softly, "Eat quickly, you must be starving." After that, he picked up a piece of fish and put it in Cui Xueying's bowl, his eyes revealing endless love.

Cui Xueying nodded, a happy smile on her face. She began to savor the delicious food on the table, feeling satisfied with every bite. As she ate, she chatted with Mo Yunting, sharing their preferences and interesting stories. Their conversation was relaxed and joyful, filled with laughter.

Halfway through dinner, Cui Xueying suddenly felt a slight stomachache. She frowned slightly, but didn't want to worry Mo Yunting, so she smiled faintly and said, "Yunting, wait here for a while. I'm going to the bathroom." After that, she stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

Mo Yunting nodded slightly. He watched Cui Xueying leave her seat gently, then turned and walked towards the bathroom. There was a hint of concern in his eyes, but he knew that Cui Xueying might need some private space.

Cui Xueying walked into the bathroom and gently closed the door. She leaned against the sink and took a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort in her abdomen. However, the pain did not subside, but instead gradually intensified. She frowned, feeling a little worried. Could it be that the recent work pressure had caused some physical problems? Or was it just ordinary indigestion?

Cui Xueying leaned on the sink, frowning as she pondered her next move. If the pain continued to intensify or became unbearable, she might need to see a doctor. So, she turned on the faucet and splashed icy water on her face, hoping to sober herself up. When she emerged from the bathroom, her face pale, she struggled to remain calm.

She slowly walked to the wall, hoping to rest for a while to relieve her discomfort. However, at this moment, a strong sense of dizziness came over her, her vision became blurred, and her body fell forward involuntarily.

Just as she was about to make close contact with the hard ground, a pair of strong arms quickly wrapped around her waist and held her tightly in their arms. A familiar breath hit her face, and she heard a familiar voice in her ears: "Xue Ying..."

Her eyes widened, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief. This man turned out to be Song Yuhang! She had never expected to meet him here. She was so shocked that she was speechless and immediately struggled hard to get out of his arms.

However, at this moment, it was as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her incredibly weak and helpless. Even her feeble resistance seemed so feeble and futile. She was like a candle swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. She could only weakly utter, in a barely audible voice, "Let me go..."