Qi Jinjiu also chose two or three dresses for herself, then turned and went into the fitting room next door.
Shen Zhiyi changed into a halter-neck dress.
But she discovered that the straps on her back seemed to be tangled together, and she couldn't untangle them no matter how hard she tried.
Because they are tangled together, they cannot be taken off.
Shen Zhiyi was sweating profusely with anxiety.
"Ajiu, are you there?" She gently knocked on the cubicle door.
Qi Jinjiu did not respond.
Helpless, Shen Zhiyi could only open the fitting room door a crack and peek out to ask the shop assistant for help, "Hello...is anyone here?"
"Could you help me untie this belt?"
Just as the shop assistant was about to come over, Qi Yuran stopped her.
"I'll do it."
The shop assistant assumed they were a couple and didn't think much of it, continuing to serve the customers.
Under Shen Zhiyi's shocked gaze, Qi Yuran slipped into the fitting room.
With a flick of the finger, the lock snaps shut quickly.
Shen Zhiyi was pushed into a corner by him and stared at him glaringly.
What are you doing in here?
The small fitting room seemed even more cramped because of his tall stature.
He moved closer to her, pinning her against the mirror on the wall, gripping her waist, and whispered, "Didn't you want to help, sister?"
Helpless, Shen Zhiyi could only turn around, brush her hair to one side, and expose her entire back to him.
"Could you take a look and see if the ribbon is tangled?"
"Please help me solve this."
Qi Yuran looked down and his breath caught in his throat.
What was exposed before my eyes was a snow-white back, as smooth as cream, shimmering like satin under the light.
Beneath her slender, graceful shoulder blades, several intertwined purple ribbons trembled slightly with her breath.
Further down, the waistline tapers into the fabric folds, creating a perfect waist-to-hip ratio, which then flares out with the skirt, creating a graceful arc that would make even a saint lose his composure.
Qi Yuran's eyes suddenly darkened.
He reached out and untied the several obstructive straps, his fingertips slipping through the fabric to grasp her waist.
He pulled her from front to back and hugged her into his arms.
"Qi Yuran... what are you doing!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed softly, clutching the fabric of her clothes that was about to fall apart, her shoulders and collarbone flushed with embarrassment.
She turned around and glared at him angrily, "Why did you untie the collar around my neck too?"
Qi Yuran placed his lips on her shoulder, his breath heavy.
"elder sister……"
"You're not allowed to wear this out."
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