For a second, Su Qinglan froze. Then, as she met his eyes again, she realized he truly meant it. He wasn't staring at her body. He wasn't even looking anywhere inappropriate; his gaze was straight and calm, only focused on his task.
And in that moment, she suddenly felt like she was the one with the dirty thoughts.
Her face turned crimson from the neck up. Great, she scolded herself silently. He's just helping, and I'm the one thinking nonsense.
Trying to calm down, she took a deep breath and stood still, letting him help her. His fingers brushed lightly against her shoulders as he lifted the smooth, shining fabric over her. It felt cold at first, almost like water.
The texture was unlike anything she had ever worn before. It clung softly, adjusting to her shape perfectly, like it was made for her.
When he tied the last piece at her back, she finally exhaled and looked down.
The outfit was stunning.
