"Janice, are you done yet?"
It was Christopher's voice.
Janice took a look at the dress that was stuck and said hurriedly, "Wait a minute."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand with great difficulty, but she couldn't reach the zipper at all. Christopher looked at the time and said, "The place is about to close."
Upon hearing Christopher's words, Janice felt even more anxious, and she pulled harder.
There was a tearing sound.
The dress was torn.
What kind of dress was this? How could it be of such poor quality?
Janice was on the verge of breaking down.
She glanced in the direction of the door, and could only wrap the bath towel around her. She slowly opened a small gap in the door, and said to Christopher, "Well... my dress is broken."
She looked embarrassed.
"Broken?" Christopher was stunned for a moment, but he subconsciously glanced at Janice, who was embarrassed. "Wait for me."
