"Yu Hanche!" Jiang Xinli practically squeezed the name through gritted teeth.
"Hmm?" The man's low voice, thick with heat, brushed past her ear. "Still planning on running away... this time?"
The slightly calloused pad of his finger slowly moved up from the small of her back, tracing the curve of her spine before finally settling on her smooth, fair shoulder.
The pad of his thumb kneaded that spot—her sensitive, delicate skin—neither too lightly nor too heavily.
The fitting room mirror reflected their two figures—
The girl wore a wine-red gown that perfectly outlined her graceful curves. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her face was fair and exquisite, and her neck was long and elegant like a swan's—she was like a meticulously sculpted masterpiece.
His tall frame completely enveloped hers, forcing him to lean down just to rest his sharply defined chin on her shoulder.
Seeing him growing bolder, Jiang Xinli snapped, "Undo this Freezing Technique!"
