ngzheng had said.After that, Fu Yan was a little scared. Getting involved with a man like Huo Mingzheng was dangerous.Their relationship was a secret, which meant that Huo Mingzheng would never admit...Fu Yan covered her mouth and giggled.

Fu Jing understood how to kill with both heart and blade. Just thinking about the expression Qi Lin might make, Fu Yan felt a greater urge to laugh.

The waiter poured water for Huo Mingzheng, but Huo Mingzheng just happened to reach for the water cup himself and knocked it over.

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry, Mr. Huo."

Fu Yan stopped her laughter and looked back.

Ho Mingzheng's face was cold as he drew his handkerchief and wiped his hands.

Shen Wei, with the help of two sales assistants, put on a fishtail dress. The skirt was a bit too long, and adding three or five centimeters of high heels should do the trick. However, it didn't fit her waist-hip ratio, and it wasn't tight enough around her chest, leaving some space. It was clearly the wrong size.

"Can you resize it" Shen Wei was unwilling to accept this.

The manager shook his head, “You know Mr. Fan’s rules.”

Shen Wei of course knew, she had just fallen in love with this dress. If she couldn't get it, it would be a shame.

"Alright, you tell Mr. Fan that I'm willing to offer a high price."

"Miss Shen, Mr. Fan made it very clear that he won't change his mind for any amount of money." The store manager was also quite embarrassed.

"Then I'll take a new one, including this one, and it should be ready before the engagement party, right"

The manager broke out in a cold sweat. “Mr. Fan means this dress is one of a kind.”

Shen Wei gritted his teeth, reluctantly taking off his skirt, pulling open the curtain, and returning to Huo Mingzheng's side with a frustrated expression.

"Don't like it"

Shen Wei didn't want to show his temper in front of him, so he smiled and said, "There should be someone more suitable than me."

The manager and the shop assistant carefully carried the dress out. As they passed by Huo Mingzheng, the man casually pointed at Fu Yan, "Try it on for her."

Although Shen Wei was unwilling to give up the dress, she still agreed with Huo Mingzheng, "Yes, Xiao Yan, your figure is better than mine. This dress would suit you very well. I can't wear it well, so you should try it on for me and let me get a taste of it."

Shen Wei's soft and hard tactics, Fu Yan wanted to refuse but found it difficult, not to mention, she really liked this dress.

"Miss Fu, do you need our help" The clerk waited outside the fitting room.

"No need, I'll do it myself. You all go busy yourselves." She wasn't used to being waited on.

Fu Yan stood in the spacious dressing room, wearing a dress. She reached her hand to the back to zip it up, but could only reach halfway. Her hand got stuck if she tried to go any higher, and she couldn't quite reach from the bottom either.

"Can you help me with the zipper" she asked, remembering the clerk standing by the door before closing it.

In a short while, the door swung open from outside.

She blushed and said, "Thank you so much. I can't..."

His gaze at the mirror paused.

Huo Mingzheng's warm hand pressed against her waist, and Fu Yan felt as if she had been burned. She reacted violently, trying to wriggle away.

"Don't move." Huo Mingzheng's eyes were sharp and his hands quick, restraining her.

The originally spacious fitting room felt cramped and suffocating upon his entrance, the air pressure seemingly dropping several points.

Fu Yan's body tensed up.

Then came a faint sound.

Lock to the top.

His hand also relaxed as he loosened his grip.

The dress fit her unexpectedly well, as if it were tailor-made.

Fu Yan didn't look in the mirror, and she didn't know how alluring and captivating she looked at that moment in her dress.

Her long hair cascaded down, like seaweed falling onto her snow-white back. The store had the heat on, and she'd struggled to zip up her jacket just now, looking a little flustered with beads of sweat on her nose. As she turned her head, a strand of hair stuck to her face, brushing against the small mole near her eye.

vivid and lifelike.

She flushed with anger and flung open the door. Suddenly a hand shot out from beside her ear, slamming shut the slightly ajar door.nd lighter, struck a match, and lit one. His eyes, shrouded in smoke, seemed particularly cold. His tone was ambiguous, whether it was mockery or anger, "Since you care so much about your body, how do...