Lu Jihan's thin lips curled up slightly.
He walked to the smoking area and sat down, holding a cigarette between his lips but not taking a puff, just letting it burn naturally.
His gaze was fixed on the entrance of the changing room, imagining her coming out in that dress.
The waiting time seemed a bit long.
He rested one hand on the armrest, tapping rhythmically to pass the time.
Finally, the door opened, and Song Yinyin walked out.
It was a pink dress, a youthful color that felt naturally suited to her, making her skin look more delicate and translucent.
The dress had an off-shoulder design, a lotus-like skirt, and her waist was cinched with a white belt studded with diamonds, making her look like a delicate flower, beautiful but not garish, charming but not vulgar...
He was a bit spellbound.
Until the salesperson approached and said, "Mr. Lu, don't you think Miss Song looks especially suited for and beautiful in this dress?"
Lu Jihan didn't speak, but he tacitly agreed.
