Very soon, the makeup artist finished her makeup, and Gu Shi stood up and walked towards the changing room. She took off her clothes, took down Leng Qianyu's black shirt from the rack, and brought it to her nose, gently sniffing it.
The man's clothes had a faint fragrance of perfume, a familiar scent.
Her fingers gently stroked the fabric. She raised her hands and put the shirt on, looking at herself in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror wore makeup that looked rather cold, seemingly unlike her. A slender figure dressed in a loose men's shirt, her skin appeared even more fair...
Looking at herself in the mirror, she slightly curved her lips into a smile.
She had imagined this situation countless times: them together, she wearing his oversized shirt, like a couple in the movies, standing on the terrace, him embracing her waist from behind, kissing her, saying he loves her...
The door was knocked upon, and the voice of the makeup artist came in.
