"Oh." Qin Yin paused, nodding her head, it was now time to pull up his zipper.
Following Nan Sichen's advice, she treated this as just a task. Hence, she reached out with trembling hands, her slender fingers grabbing the zipper. She tugged it a little upwards and huh, why wouldn't it budge...
She became so anxious that she began to sweat profusely, pulling desperately, and then with an excessive force, she accidentally broke the zipper off...
Qin Yin looked at the zipper pull that had fallen into her hand, she was absolutely mortified.
A suspicious-red flush appeared on Nan Sichen's face, so he coughed lightly and said, "Something got jammed."
"Oh, oh."
Daring not to raise her head, Qin Yin retreated back into the dressing room and picked out another pair of pants that matched his shirt.
Inside the dressing room, she touched her face, dizzy, lightly patting herself while taking deep breaths for several times, before finally walking out of the dressing room again.
