Putting on makeup and styling almost took nearly three hours to complete, and Wen Qiao felt like a puppet without feelings, letting Zhou Yang manipulate her at will.
It wasn’t until the mont when the words "done" ca out of his mouth that Wen Qiao felt like she was reborn.
Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu happened to have retrieved their dresses as well, so Wen Qiao took her dress and went back to her room to change.
Zhou Yang had curled Wen Qiao’s hair into big waves, which resulted in her hair getting caught in the zipper again when she was putting on the dress.
She held her chest with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other, keeping her chin slightly raised as she walked to the door, just about to call soone to help her when the door was suddenly opened from the outside.
She was startled and stumbled back two steps.
The door opened a crack, and a figure slipped in, quickly shutting the door tightly.
"What are you doing coming in here?"
The girl’s eyes held a hint of panic, like a little deer frightened.
"Guessing you might get your hair caught, so I ca in to help you," Fu Jinghen said as he walked toward her.
"..."
Wen Qiao inexplicably felt a bit of danger.
But the man, who had already walked up to her, didn’t give her ti to escape.
"Uh, well... nothing..." Wen Qiao looked at him warily: "Just unzip the zipper!"
"Of course." Fu Jinghen nodded, a trace of mischief in his eyes: "Or what else do you want?"
"...I don’t want anything!" Wen Qiao turned around angrily, ordering: "Hurry up!"
The woman’s pale back reflected in his eyes, and the mischief in Fu Jinghen’s eyes gradually faded. He paused and raised his hand.
Wen Qiao suddenly held her breath, her nerves involuntarily tensed, afraid that the excited man behind her might leave so mark on her.
She felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The hot, straightforward gaze from behind made her heartbeat accelerate more and more.
Is this supposed to be the look of soone who doesn’t want to do anything?!
It’s clearly the look of soone who wants to do everything!
Suddenly, the man’s fingertips grazed her back, making her body tense up more.
Is this little lamb finally going to accept her fate’s verdict?
"Don’t you dare—"
"It’s done."
Wen Qiao’s words of protest got stuck in her throat, and the man’s gentlemanly tone made her feel a bit ashad of her own imagination, if only for a fleeting mont.
But that feeling of sha quickly evaporated; gentleman, my foot.
He was clearly teasing her on purpose just then!
A surge of heat climbed up her ear; Fu Jinghen leaned close to her ear and softly asked: "What shouldn’t I do?"
"..."
"Nothing." Wen Qiao replied stiffly.
Fu Jinghen asked: "Does my baby think I would actually do sothing to you?"
"I didn’t—"
Before the words were out, she felt a sudden warmth on her lower abdon, his warm chest pressed against her back, and her chin was grasped, turning her face toward him.
Her vision darkened, and Wen Qiao instinctively closed her eyes.
A light kiss landed on the corner of her mouth.
"I do want to do sothing to you."
Wen Qiao’s lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes to et Fu Jinghen’s intense gaze.
"Very beautiful." He said.
The ambiguous atmosphere instantly intensified.
Wen Qiao distinctly felt her heart skip a beat, followed by an even more intense pounding.
Incredible, truly incredible.
Did this man attend so kind of love crash course? How did his flirting skills suddenly max out?
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