His chiseled chest and toned abs were clearly defined. His broad shoulders and strong physique made his presence undeniably commanding, and the sight of him made her heart skip a beat.
His hair was slightly tousled, and his relaxed posture added to the natural, effortless charm he exuded.
Chen Lin's face flushed a deep crimson, and she immediately turned away, her hands flying to cover her face. "I-I'm sorry!" she stammered, her voice full of embarrassment.
"It's fine," Wu Yuxuan called out from behind her, his tone calm and understanding. "What's the problem?"
Still facing the door, her voice barely above a whisper, she explained, "I... I can't get out of the gown. It's stuck."
There was a brief pause before she felt the heat of his presence behind her. His fingers grazed her back, and she instinctively shivered as she felt the gown start to slip down. She quickly grabbed hold of it, trying to cover herself, but the sensation of his touch lingered.
