It is the new model of the season launched by "Nianwan".

"Put it on." These two short words carried an unquestionable command.

Gu Youran curled her lips, and her fingers got stuck as soon as they touched the buttons of her cheongsam.

Shi Heng sighed, knelt on one knee beside the bed and took over the task.

"I can't even unbutton it."

He expressed disdain, but his slender fingers nimbly moved through the intricate knots, his movements as gentle as if he were handling fragile items.

Gu Youran held his breath.

His slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed thin lips were very close at hand, and his focused expression was as if he was signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

"Turn around."

Gu Youran turned around obediently and felt his fingers slowly moving up her back.

Zip up the back of the dress inch by inch.

The hot breath he exhaled brushed against the back of my neck, raising tiny goose bumps.

"alright."

Gu Youran walked to the dressing mirror. The skirt perfectly outlined her curves, making her look elegant and energetic.

"Does it fit?" Shi Heng put his arms around her from behind, resting his chin naturally on her shoulder.

"It's okay, but it seems a little tight around the waist..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly took a breath.

Shi Heng's fingertips were moving ambiguously along the curve of her waist.

"Have you eaten all the beef from last night?" His hand suddenly tightened, pressing her completely into his arms.

Gu Youran could clearly feel the burning body temperature behind him.

Shi Heng's kiss fell on her neck, and his slender fingers reached into the slit of her skirt, caressing the skin of her thighs, arousing a shudder.

He held her earlobe in his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse, "Didn't you say your waist was tight? Let me help you... measure it again..."

Just when his fingers were about to touch a more private area...

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.