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So she immediately made an empathetic repair, shifting her languid body as she turned back his shirt collar to look for the size tag—and there it was, next to the tag in his pants. Actually, she could roughly guess his size by eyeing him up, but this man was such a stickler for perfection that she didn't want to risk buying anything too small or too large. It was better to be sure.
Her red lips puckered in dissatisfaction as she muttered, "What's with this belt? Why is it so difficult to undo?" Her petite body almost ended up sprawled across Weisheng Yueren's lap, her fair hands clumsily wrestling with the belt.
Weisheng Yueren's clear eyes instantly darkened, flickering with an unnameable light that seemed rather dangerous. Yet, he considerately placed his hand on a spot at the front of his belt.
With a soft "snap", the belt easily came undone.