Jiang Zhi: "Don't."
What else could she say—her little ancestor.
Zhou Xufang: "...Oh."
If he wouldn't turn around, then she would.
She turned away, her face flushed with shyness. It took her quite a while to take off her pajamas. Not daring to look back at Jiang Zhi, she put on her wedding dress.
The hem was very long, spreading all over the floor.
Zhou Xufang reached her hands behind her and found the zipper.
"Jiang Zhi."
"Mm."
She turned her head, her cheeks rosy: "My arms aren't long enough, can you help me with the zipper?"
Jiang Zhi crouched down, lifted the hem of her dress, and with his other hand supporting her waist, he leaned in, gently biting the zipper on her back, and slowly pulled it up.
Finally, he placed his lips on the nape of her neck, kissing it gently for a moment.
Her skin began to burn from that spot.
"Turn around and let me see."
She turned around: "Does it look nice?"
