"Zhining, I didn't know you have such conservative taste." Sheng Jiaoyang teased in a low voice as she held onto Shen Zhining's arm and walked towards the garden where the party was held.

Shen Zhining had chosen a dress that was extremely conservative. It was similar to those pleated dresses worn by western princesses with a stand-up collar that hid half the neck, chiffon lantern sleeves and the skirt hem reaching the ankle. The design at the waistline was slightly more interesting - twisted like a flower.

Sheng Jiaoyang wasn't short. Coupled with the height of her heels and her well-proportioned figure, she was like a walking mannequin. Every outfit looked beautiful on her. This particular dress that needed its wearer to work the clothes looked eternal on Sheng Jiaoyang.

"It's an alfresco banquet tonight. It would be cold outside in the night. This would be just nice for you," Shen Zhining said without batting an eyelid.

Sheng Jiaoyang pouted. He clearly chose this because he didn't want me to expose any skin.

The couple was joining a private party tonight. Of course, Sheng Jiaoyang was...