He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 116 - 116 110 Gentleness in the fitting room the zipper tugs

Chapter 116: 110: Gentleness in the fitting room, the zipper tugs (second update) Chapter 116: 110: Gentleness in the fitting room, the zipper tugs (second update) There was someone in the fitting room, and a hand reached out from inside. The wrist was slim and white, clearly that of a woman.

“Has Xie Shang got himself a girlfriend?”

After blurtting it out, Tan Wanwan immediately looked at Fang Jiyin’s face for her reaction.

As expected, the comment displeased her.

She stared at the fitting room, her pupils seemingly fixed in place: “Just fooling around.”

Tan Wanwan shut her mouth and said no more.

Everyone in their circle knew that Xie Shang didn’t play with emotions.

To ensure quality service for one-on-one appointments, some stores limit the number of customers, so there were not many patrons present.

Wen Changling grabbed at the air a couple of times.

“Hand it to me”. She thought it was a store clerk outside.

However, the considerate store clerk had asked Xie Shang to come over.

Xie Shang moved a bit closer: “What do you need scissors for?”

“To cut my hair, it’s caught in the zipper.”

The store clerk stood aside, not handing over the scissors she held, fearing ruining the outfit was only a minor reason. Her sense of service told her it was better to have the client’s boyfriend step in, to offer the client a novel dressing experience, which could improve satisfaction.

“Are you done dressing?” Xie Shang asked from outside.

“Yes, I’m dressed.”

“Would it be inconvenient to let me in?”

After a few seconds, Wen Changling replied: “Come in.”

Xie Shang entered, closed the door behind him but did not shut it completely, leaving a sliver of a gap.

The attendant waiting outside understood why the door wasn’t locked; an unlocked door suggested that there was nothing questionable going on. She considerately moved to the side in order to be available to assist the customers.

Wen Changling was fully dressed, one hand pressing down on her collar, where the zipper wasn’t properly drawn up.

Xie Shang had her stand against the wall, where he could shield her.

“Let me have a look.”

Wen Changling turned around.

She was quite pale to begin with, and the red dress made her look even paler, her beauty cold and austere.

The zipper had been pulled up to her scapula, but it wouldn’t go any further, the zipper pull tangled in her hair because she had yanked at it violently, it was now knotted up.

Wen Changling said: “Better to cut it off, I’ve already tried to untangle it, but it won’t budge.”

Xie Shang brushed the untangled strands of her hair to the side of her neck: “You need to untangle it slowly.”

“It’s time-consuming.”

softly: “Miss Wen, would you

he untangled her hair was very light, not pulling at her, so it didn’t hurt; she

was

a matter

was a mirror in the fitting room. Wen Changling could see Xie Shang’s face in it when she looked up; he was much

Shang’s hands were also more skillful than hers, painstakingly untangling each strand, the

“There, it’s done.”

Changling turned

camisole, the bottom a long skirt, double-layered; the outer layer was a red tulle, fluffy and loose. The layer beneath must have had some type of silk thread as it sparkled subtly under the light. The camisole was quite short, its hemline hugging her abdomen tightly, exposing her waist, and it was paired with

Bold, flamboyant, and fervent.

Wen Changling

Shang did not skimp on the praise: “It’s

that with a little effort, he could snap it with ease. He stepped forward, his hand wrapping around her

completely embrace her. It usually wasn’t apparent, but this type of dress made the difference in

suspected he might have some unknown fetish, as he quite liked the visceral impact of being able to

dodging his hand:

peeking out from the edge of his clothes in the mirror, wishing he could hide it away. “But I’d rather you do as you please, wear what

her eyes downcast

protect yourself, beauty becomes a sin. Those were the parting words left by her mother, Wen

down a pack of jackals and wild

and

of

to do as one pleases, that’s easier said than

his hold: “Let’s go out,

afraid

“Misunderstood as what?”

always spoke provocatively with a straight face: “Misunderstood as the kind of person who

Shang said, “I

hopeless case in the eyes of others,

can’t afford a

door open, leading

was stunned to see her, quite

clothes, she

to the mirror, “Do you like

“Mm.”

“Then it’s this one.”

unrestrained Wen Changling from seven years ago, and she was momentarily lost in a daze, “I’ll

had carelessly slipped onto her wrist and tied her hair

“Mm.”

Changling went to

cabinet on the left, “Do you have

did, and she brought out the shoes—red ones designed with pearl straps that

an original eye for

store clerk complimented, “Your girlfriend is

is beautiful,” Xie Shang

*****

shift schedule was five days a cycle, and

“Have you spoken to your uncle

Cong’s uncle had a long-term partnership with Dihong Hospital and still held a portion of the Dihong Group’s shares. Wen Changling did not want to

“I have.”