Chi Enen saw the burning flame in his eyes finally cool down and let her suspended heart settle back in place. No longer daring to ask him to leave, she stood there awkwardly with the clothes in her hands, unsure how to change.
How to change?
She couldn't just strip in front of him and put on the clothes, could she?
But if she didn't take them off, she couldn't get dressed either.
The cold-faced man seemed oblivious to her discomfort, casually lifting his shirt to reveal the bandages and the beautiful mermaid line on his waist and belly before taking it off. Then his left hand reached for his pants zipper...
The fitting room was tiny, merely the size of a palm; in such a confined space, it was hard for her to ignore the man in front of her. Chi Enen's eyes uncontrollably rested on his perfect vest line and, feeling like she was committing a crime, she hurriedly looked away.
No sooner had she averted her gaze than her jaw was seized, forcibly turning her head back.