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"I'm changed."
She hurriedly took off her shoes and switched back to her original slippers.
Qiao Chutian pushed the door open and, seeing her sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes brightened.
The fitted maroon dress lent a warm glow to her usually slightly cold face, complementing her fair skin, which was whiter than snow, and added a unique charm.
Her well-proportioned, long legs were faintly visible beneath the dress's subtly split hem, and he really wanted to know just how alluring she would look standing up.
"Stand up and let me see if it fits well?"
He has always been a man of action. Once he thought of something, he'd want to do it; so he said just that.
"It fits quite well."
Mai Xiaomai, unaware of his intentions, continued to sit and said, "No need to show you, I just looked in the mirror."
"Stand up and take a look!"
Qiao Chutian's tone grew heavier, carrying a hint of an order that brooked no argument.
"Alright then!"
