Chu Yang looked at the pleading Pan Meimei and hesitated before saying, "Alright!"
Whew!
Pan Meimei inwardly let out a sigh of relief.
The two of them came to the changing room inside the fitting room, where Pan Meimei, both afraid and nervous, closed the door behind her, turned her back to Chu Yang, and removed the scant remains of her clothes.
Chu Yang looked at Pan Meimei's smooth and fair back and couldn't help but feel a silent admiration.
Although Pan Meimei was only seventeen, her body was mature and her figure was explosive, top-notch, plus her innocent appearance added a unique flavor.
Perhaps it was because Chu Yang was there, or maybe it was out of worry and fear.
Pan Meimei's movements in dressing were awkward and stiff, and what should have taken only a few minutes ended up taking more than ten before she finally changed into her clothes.
Pan Meimei turned her head, her face as red as a ripe apple, and said in a low voice, "I've changed."
