Her cheeks warmed. "You are getting poetic again."
He chuckled, lowering his voice as he brushed a fringe of hair from her cheek to the back of her ear. "I'm only poetic when I'm looking at you, because my eyes have only you. If I'm not praising you, who should I praise? Let's see if they are fitting... Let's get into the fitting room." Holding her dress, they went into the dressing room, and he scanned the place entirely, making sure it was safe and that there were no hidden cameras.
The dressing room door shut softly behind them before locking it, giving the illusion of privacy. Ruyi set the gown aside gently on the stand and turned to face him. She raised an eyebrow. "So, this is what you meant by 'power couple'? Wearing matching outfits and trading sweet words in such a place?"
