gzheng's other arm, allowing Fu Yancai to come out of his embrace. Bloodstains on the back of her hand had already dried, but the pungent smell hit her nostrils again and again, leaving her mind blank...Fu Yan covered her mouth and snickered.

Fu Jing understood how to kill with a cruel heart. Thinking of the expression Ji Lin might make, Fu Yan wanted to laugh even more.

The clerk poured water for Huo Mingzheng, but Huo Mingzheng happened to reach for the water cup himself and knocked it over.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Mr. Huo."

Fu Yan stopped laughing and looked back.

Huo Mingzheng's face was cold as he drew out his handkerchief and wiped his hands.

Shen Wei, with the help of two sales assistants, put on a mermaid dress. The dress was a bit too long, and adding three or five centimeters to her heels should have been fine, but the waist-to-hip ratio didn't suit her, and it wasn't tight enough around the chest, leaving some space, clearly the wrong size.

"Can you change the size" Shen Wei was unwilling to accept this.

The manager shook his head, "You know Mr. Fan's rules."

Of course, Shen Wei knew it was just a case of love at first sight for her and the dress. It would be a shame if she couldn't have it.

"Alright, you tell Mr. Fan that I'm willing to pay top dollar."

"Miss Shen, Mr. Fan made it clear, not for a thousand golds." The store manager was also rather embarrassed.

"Then I'll take a new one along with this one. It should be ready before the engagement party, right"

The store manager began to sweat, "Mr. Fan means that this skirt is one of a kind."

Shen Wei gritted his teeth, reluctantly taking off his skirt and pulling back the curtain. He returned to Huo Mingzheng's side with a defeated expression.

"Don't like it"

Shen Wei didn't want to show his anger in front of him, so he smiled and said, "There should be someone more suitable than me."

The manager and the clerk carefully carried the dress out. As they passed Huo Mingzheng, the man casually pointed at Fu Yan, "Try it on for her."

Even though Shen Wei was unwilling to let go of the skirt, she still agreed with Huo Mingzheng. "Yes, Xiao Yan, your figure is better than mine. This skirt would suit you very well. I can't wear it well, so why don't you try it on for me Let me have a taste,"

Shen Wei's soft and hard tactics, Fu Yan wanted to refuse but found it difficult, not to mention, she really liked this skirt.

"Miss Fu, do you need our help" the clerk waited by the changing room.

"No need, I'll do it myself. You all go busy yourselves." She wasn't used to being waited on.

Fu Yan stood in the spacious dressing room, wearing a dress. She reached her hand to the back to fasten the zipper, but could only reach halfway. Her hand got stuck when she tried to go further up, and she couldn't reach down either.

"Could you please help me zip this up" She remembered the store clerk standing at the door before she closed it.

In a moment, the door opened from outside.

She blushed and said, "Thank you so much, I... "

Her gaze into the mirror faltered.

Huo Mingzheng's warm palm pressed against her lower back. Fu Yan seemed to be scalded, reacting greatly by struggling away.

"Don't move." Huo Mingzheng reacted quickly, restraining her.

The once spacious fitting room felt cramped and suffocating the moment he entered, the air itself seeming to grow heavy.

Fu Yan's body stiffened.

Then a slight sound followed.

Pull the zipper to the top.

His hand also relaxed as he loosened his grip.

The dress fit her surprisingly well, as if it were custom-made.

Fùyān didn't look in the mirror, and she didn't know how alluring and captivating she was at this moment dressed in her gown.

Her long hair fell loose, like seaweed cascading onto her snowy white back. The store was heated, and she had struggled to zip up her jacket just now, a hint of anxiety etched on her face as beads of sweat formed at her nose. Turning her head, a strand of hair stuck to her cheek, brushing against the small mole near her eye.

Vibrant and lifelike.

She was furious and twisted the doorknob, but suddenly a hand shot out from beside her ear and slammed the slightly ajar door shut. turned pale. This guy was too ruthless. This operation was like cutting flesh with a dull knife."Then there's no need to discuss it further. In fact, what you just said contains a bit of truth. At le...