He Yanchen didn't refute anything and responded politely, "Yes, this is the first time I bring my girlfriend to a dinner party. Please help her choose a suitable dress."
"Okay, let me see."
Zhang Caihua looked a little old when she first walked in, but she immediately became energetic as soon as she opened her mouth.
She looked at Lin Zhixing carefully.
Instead of taking clothes from the shelves, she opened a cabinet and took out a light blue-green cheongsam.
"I made this last year from a piece of old cloth. Peacock blue is a very picky color, and I've never found a suitable owner." Zhang Caihua held the cheongsam in front of Lin Zhixing and compared it. "It suits you, my girlfriend."
The old man handed the cheongsam to Lin Zhixing and pointed to a drawn curtain nearby. "The fitting room is right here. Go in and try it on."
"Okay, thank you."
Lin Zhixing hurriedly took the cheongsam.
The fitting room in this room is relatively simple, with no door and only a curtain.
Lin Zhixing went in with the clothes.
The cheongsam needs to be worn close to the body, so she had to take off all her clothes before putting the cheongsam on from the bottom up.
The whole cheongsam fits much better than I expected, not only the waist and hips, but also the shoulders.
only……
The cheongsam is not the traditional half-open style. It has a small opening at the chest, so a zipper is designed on the back.
Due to the special close-fitting design of the cheongsam, Lin Zhixing was unable to zip it up independently.
Lin Zhixing could only ask Zhang Caihua outside for help: "Um...Ms. Zhang, could you please come in and help me zip up?"
"Hey, why would you ask an old woman like me to do something like this? Ask your boyfriend." Zhang Caihua's voice came, "I'll go get my tape measure. Come out when you're done."
As the old lady finished speaking, the sound of doors opening and closing was heard.
There was no other sound in the entire room.
Soon, He Yanchen's voice came, "Do you need my help?"
The man's voice was very close, probably just outside the curtain.
"Um..." Lin Zhixing tried again, but finally gave up struggling. "Then... please help Mr. He."
The dark curtain behind him was pulled open, letting in light.
Lin Zhixing faced the wall of the locker room and dared not move.
She felt the man's fingers gently pinching the narrow metal zipper of the cheongsam, and then the upper part of the cheongsam tightened little by little, all the way to the neck.
"alright."
The man took a step back.
There was no mirror in the dressing room, and Lin Zhixing didn't know whether the dress looked good on her. She could only lower her head to make sure the clothes were on properly before slowly turning around.
Step by step, he walked out of the dark dressing room.
"Okay, does it look good?"
Lin Zhixing asked He Yanchen for his opinion somewhat awkwardly.
At the same time, the body turned towards the floor-length mirror next to it.
When she saw the mirror, He Yanchen's gaze followed.
Lin Zhixing's previous clothes were either formal women's shirts and trousers, or more casual styles.
At this moment, the cheongsam is tailored to perfectly fit the curve of the woman's waist, showing off her picturesque and graceful figure without reservation.
The slit of the cheongsam is not very high, just reaching the middle of the thigh, and the woman's white and slender legs are faintly visible.
In addition, Lin Zhixing has a typical oriental beauty.
Most suitable for wearing cheongsam.
"This..." Lin Zhixing had never worn such a tight-fitting outfit before, and his cheeks were burning. "It doesn't seem to fit. How about I change it..."
"Have you changed?"
Just as she was about to go to the locker room, Zhang Caihua walked in.
The old man looked Lin Zhixing up and down, a satisfied expression on his face. "Not bad, not bad. I felt right away that it didn't need any major alterations. I didn't expect it to fit so well. It's like it was custom-made."
"Does it fit?" Lin Zhixing turned around to look at the old man.
She's not sure.
"Come here."
Zhang Caihua waved at Lin Zhixing, and after the woman passed by, she gestured for her to squat down.
Then he reached out and took off the hairband on Lin Zhixing's head, picked up a pencil, and skillfully tied the woman's hair into a bun at the back of her head.
"It looks good this way." Zhang Caihua pointed at her and said, "When you wear a cheongsam, you must wear your hair in a bun. Don't imitate those internet celebrities who wear their hair down and think they look good, but in fact, it's terrible!"
Lin Zhixing looked at the mirror again.
After being put on the plate, it is indeed more flavorful than before.
Zhang Caihua looked at He Yanchen again: "How is it? Do you think your girlfriend looks good in cheongsam?"
He Yanchen smiled and said, "My girlfriend looks good in anything she wears."
"You've never had a girlfriend before, but you're quite good at saying these things." Zhang Caihua picked up the tape measure hanging around her neck and measured Lin Zhixing's size. "Alright, just take off your clothes and put them here. I'll send them to you the day after tomorrow at noon at the latest after you're done."
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and went out again.
Once again, only Lin Zhixing and He Yanchen were left in the room.
Lin Zhixing then realized that this cheongsam...
She couldn't put it on or take it off by herself, so she had to trouble He Yanchen again.
Wearing a cheongsam is quite different from taking it off.
As the zipper was pulled down along the spine, the woman's slender neck and smooth back were gradually revealed to his sight.
Under the shadow, the peacock blue fabric made the woman's skin look even whiter.
Lin Zhixing was very thin, with slightly protruding butterfly bones that were half-hidden and half-exposed, moving gently with the woman's breathing.
He Yanchen just watched, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and after a moment he said, "Okay."
Turn around and leave the locker room.
Soon, Lin Zhixing changed into ordinary clothes. She took off the pencil she used to tie her hair and put it together with the cheongsam.
After getting on the bus.
Lin Zhixing thought about it and finally said, "Mr. He, um...you've never had a girlfriend before, right?"
He Yanchen said "hmm".
"Our relationship is fake. The girlfriend you date next time is your first love. If, and I mean if, your first love finds out about what's going on and doesn't believe our relationship is fake, you can contact me anytime. I'm willing to explain everything to you."
In Lin Zhixing's view, any first time is very important.
He Yanchen turned his head to the window and said in a cold tone: "At my age, I don't need the term first love."
The car started.
Lin Zhixing had worked the night shift yesterday after all. Halfway through driving, he felt sleepy and found a more comfortable sleeping position in his dream...
He Yanchen felt the woman's head resting on his shoulder, and her upper body stopped moving around randomly.
When his eyes dropped, he saw the woman's hand on the outside of his leg, her pinky finger pressed tightly against the fabric of his trousers.
The man just watched, his arm slightly moved, and his palm silently held the woman's hand.
He gently lifted the woman's hand and moved it to his lips.
Very lightly, he kissed the woman's fingertips.
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