There were more than ten sets of dresses in the cloakroom. Mu Feng had first looked at them and filtered them before asking someone to send them over.
"Does it look good?" Xia Wanyuan changed into a white tube top gown.
"Yes." Jun Shiling nodded.
"What about this?" It was a black one-shoulder fishtail dress.
"Yes."
"That one?"
"It's nice too."
.............
"I asked you to choose, not to say it looks good." Xia Wanyuan felt helpless.
"You look good in anything." Jun Shiling's eyes burned. What he said was the truth.
Xia Wanyuan, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, had an aura that looked down on the world from the inside out, making one's heart throb.
"This dress seems to be stuck." Xia Wanyuan looked behind her. The zipper could not be pulled up halfway.
Xia Wanyuan tried it herself but did not pull. A pair of warm hands covered her. Xia Wanyuan looked up and saw Jun Shiling's focused gaze.
