Cen Dongsheng shook his head. Just now, he was still captivated by Great Sister's charming and alluring aura, yet he couldn't help but become enamored with Little Sister Qingyan's beauty.
He realized that he truly was a fickle man, quite the pure scoundrel, unable to even deceive himself, loving whoever he saw.
With such complex feelings, he embraced the girl in the dress, subconsciously tightening his grip.
The dress material was smooth, feeling wonderful, fitting snugly around her slender waist; its moonlight-like pure white design accentuated his sister's innocent aura to perfection.
Yi Qingyan had grown remarkably fast in her sense of style, from initially careless attire to gradually awakening the feminine side of herself. In just a few months, she had become quite adept at dressing up.
But this was the first time Cen Dongsheng saw her in a formal gown, and the sight could only be described as "stunning".
