Yu Ting had chosen a more conservative dress from the many suggested by her stylist, just for the company's annual gala. She wasn't used to wearing dresses in her daily life.
She wasn't wearing much, so she might feel cold after getting out of the car and before entering the company. But once inside, she would be fine.
The aloof man beside her, upon looking at her, would naturally soften his gaze.
She was always beautiful.
Especially tonight, exceptionally beautiful.
But the tenderness was fleeting, as Lu Nanchen found the shawl, revealing her fragrant shoulder, quite disagreeable.
How could the dress be designed so unreasonably?
Why does the shoulder keep slipping off?
As Lu Nanchen pondered, he subconsciously pulled up the slip of Yu Ting's dress.
It slipped back down as soon as he lifted it.
Lu Nanchen: ...
Tsk.
"With this design, just give up," Yu Ting joked as she observed Lu Nanchen, who was as serious as if he were performing an important task, adjusting her dress.
