Lu Qiang pulled her closer, leaning in to take a closer look at the zipper. His face was so close to hers and her face almost burying in his nape, allowing her to smell the man's scent. It made her slip up and remove her hand from his chest, slowly guiding it to his back as if she almost hugged her.
Lu Qiang moved her hair to one side with his left and pulled up the zipper with his right. The small gap of a centimeter or two that was not visible to others did not escape his eyes.
The dress, a perfect fit, didn't let Jiang Yuyan know of this situation, either. When Lu Qiang's sharp sight noticed it, he couldn't help but put down his wine and come to her rescue.
As he worked on her zipper, his chin touched her shoulder that made her shut her eyes tightly and gripped onto his jacket.
When Lu Qiang was done fastening the zipper, he pulled back slightly to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and he had already felt the tight grip on his jacket.
