Jiang An called out anxiously twice before Gao Chuan, who was standing at the doorway lost in thought, snapped back to reality. He walked up behind her, and the curves of her fair-skinned back, tightly wrapped in a black lace bra, were fully displayed in his wavering gaze. He took a deep breath, his eyes solemn, and his gaze slightly distant.
Jiang An was aware of her own awkward situation. Her cheeks flushed red as she clutched her skirt, her waterfall-like black hair draped over her delicate shoulders, and a faint touch from the man behind her as he leaned in made her lower her head and bite her soft lips.
Gao Chuan used his fingers to gently remove the strands of hair caught in the zipper and slowly ran his fingertips over Jiang An's smooth skin. The girl in front of him trembled sharply as the man swallowed hard and deftly pulled up the zipper.
A husky voice sounded from behind her, "All done."