Gu Yi'an is wearing a dress, but the dress is too form-fitting, making it difficult to take off and easy to graze her wound.
"No worries, if I raise my hands like this, you can help pull it up. It shouldn't scratch..."
"Riiiip——"
The sound of fabric tearing.
Gu Yi'an instantly felt speechless.
This guy really is... wasteful, isn't he!
"That's so wasteful!" Gu Yi'an was truly at a loss for words.
"Not wasteful," Tan Jincheng said without a blink.
"Ripping perfectly good clothes isn't wasteful?" Gu Yi'an glared.
"Having been worn by you is a privilege, even if they're torn," Tan Jincheng said nonchalantly, "There are so many others that might always lie in the wardrobe, vibrant to faded, never having a chance to be near you."
Gu Yi'an was dumbstruck.
She blinked, looking at Tan Jincheng in disbelief, "Are you... composing poetry?"
"Don't move," Tan Jincheng stopped her from moving, then unhooked her bra.
