In the fitting room, the refreshing fragrance was replaced by a heavy, overpowering scent.
Ye Li's forehead was damp with sweat, strands of wet hair sticking to it.
She leaned weakly into Fu Yanci's arms.
Raising her eyes, she could see the full-length mirror.
The man's black shirt was neat and immaculate, his eyes bright and satisfied, the perfect image of a polite reprobate.
She, however, looked more like a ruined qipao doll.
After only a few glances, Ye Li turned her head and burrowed into Fu Yanci's embrace.
Fu Yanci leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "I'll carry you to take a shower!"
"No!"
Ye Li firmly refused.
All she wanted now was to escape as quickly as possible.
If she let him carry her, he would take it further.
He would help her undo those tricky clasps.
He would help her tie up her hair.
In the end, wouldn't it still be to his advantage?