Qiao Mo's face was flushed red with embarrassment, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
She didn't even know why she had a sudden impulse to buy that tie at the time.
When she saw it, she just thought it would look good on him.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the sales assistant had already returned with the dress. Fu Nancheng handed the dress to her, whispering in her ear, "I'm very glad."
Qiao Mo's face grew even hotter, and she took the dress and dashed into the fitting room, not daring to look at him at all.
Inside the fitting room, Qiao Mo waved her small hand, feeling unbearably hot.
Slowly, she changed into the dress, but she couldn't reach the zipper on her back.
She quietly opened the door a crack, whispering, "Could you help me with the zipper?"
Shortly, a figure entered, turning to close the fitting room door tightly.
A pair of slightly cool large hands fell on her waist, embracing her from behind.
