They were both dazzled by the beauty of the other, a flash of amazement passing through their eyes.
Su Yan, embarrassed, blushed and was the first to look away, yet she could still hear her heart wildly thumping.
Yi Qingcheng sized her up from head to toe, his lips curling into a slightly wicked smile.
He walked into the fitting room, his tall frame making the small space seem crowded.
Su Yan took two steps back until her back was against the wall.
Staring at him, she asked defensively, "What are you going to do?"
Yi Qingcheng kept his eyes on her, closed the door behind him with his other hand, and then, as Su Yan was incredibly nervous, he bent down.
He took hold of her ankle with one hand, lifting her foot.
Su Yan gasped in shock, only to discover that he was putting shoes on her...
His fingers were dry, strong, and gentle.
And also, very beautiful.
Even the act of putting shoes on for her looked graceful, without any trace of servility or discord.
