The two exchanged pleasantries, but Su Wanxin was no longer paying attention to the conversation, because someone's gaze was fixed steadily on her, deep and intense.
She held her forehead, turned around, and hurriedly said, "I'm not trying on anymore," before fleeing in panic, striding quickly towards the fitting room inside.
Is this the start of yet another retrograde period?
She should have checked the almanac before leaving the house!
Her ears slowly started to redden, and Su Wanxin, flustered and uneasy, impatiently said after entering the dressing room.
"Yaoyao, quickly help me take off the clothes!"
The person behind her didn't respond, simply closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, staring intently at her.
Su Wanxin, anxiously tilting her head, searched for the zipper on her side, inadvertently raised her eyes, and through the mirror saw who was behind her, she screamed in shock, gasping.
"Fu Shihan?!"
Why is it him? Where's Su Yao?!
