Now it seems that his thoughtfulness and attentiveness were genuine.
Song Anran also ordered a small cake and deliberately handed the fork to Shen Jinmo, saying, "Feed me."
Shen Jinmo grasped the fork, scooped out a small piece, and brought it to her lips.
Song Anran opened her mouth and ate half of it, leaving the other half, saying, "You eat the other half."
She deliberately stared at Shen Jinmo's expression, wanting to test him again.
Once he backs down, his secret will be exposed.
To everyone's surprise, Shen Jinmo swallowed the cake without saying a word.
He ate the cake she had eaten.
Song Anran was overjoyed and took the spoon to eat by herself.
Outside the coffee shop, Su Ziheng, dressed in a dark suit, hid in a dimly lit corner, his eyes turning bloodshot and terrifying.
Jealousy compelled him to clench his fists.
I walked out of the coffee shop.
Shen Jinmo suggested, "This wedding dress shop next door is the best in Yunzhou. Shall we go in and take a look?"
“Okay.” Song Anran was in high spirits, so she didn’t refuse.
The two walked hand in hand into the bridal shop.
The sales assistant who greeted her kept praising her for her good figure and good looks.
Song Anran wasn't buying it, and focused intently on choosing a wedding dress with a cutout design at the waist: "How about this one?"
Shen Jinmo sat on the sofa and nodded: "It looks good, go try it on."
Song Anran entered the fitting room, where the designer and sales assistant helped her put on the clothes.
When she got to the last zipper part, Song Anran specifically asked the sales assistant to invite Shen Jinmo into the fitting room.
"I can't zip it up, can you help me?"
Shen Jinmo gazed at her fair back, turned his head slightly, and pinched the zipper on her back to pull it up.
When it comes to two-thirds.
Song Anran grasped his hand, suddenly hooked her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe: "There's no one here, can I kiss you?"
Shen Jinmo pursed his lips, looking at her with a half-smile.
"I'm afraid you won't have time."
A cold, deep voice echoed in the enclosed fitting room, carrying a hint of eeriness.
Song Anran suddenly felt dizzy.
Her hands slid weakly off Shen Jinmo's neck, and she leaned against the fitting room door: "What...did you do to me?"
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