"You, stop talking nonsense and come help me!"
Lin Xingjie's voice, shy and urgent, came through the door panel. She also had to lower her voice to avoid drawing attention.
Zhu Qingyue covered her lips, chuckling with amusement.
She genuinely found the other's reaction amusing and considered teasing her more, perhaps by saying something like "beg me if you want me to come over".
But Zhu Qingyue was a bit worried; their relationship might not have reached the level where such teasing was appropriate. A little banter could bring people closer, but too much might be annoying.
Zhu Qingyue stopped unfastening her buttons halfway, tightened the front of her dress again, and lifted the curtain to enter the neighboring stall.
The changing room was illuminated only by a single small bulb, casting a soft, ambiguous light from above.
Lin Xingjie was holding her clothes, her back to Qingyue.
Her black hair, dark as night, cascaded down her pale back, spilling to her buttocks.
