Su Junmo could tell from the sales assistant’s expression exactly what she was thinking.
But it did not matter.
The door closed.
The space instantly fell into complete silence.
Shen Wanwan stood up leisurely and slowly pulled down the zipper at her back. The long dress slid down along her smooth skin.
Su Junmo kept his head lowered, silently chanting to himself.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
Shen Wanwan’s skin was so fair it almost reflected light. She turned her head and saw him looking down, then crooked her finger at him. “Come help me change.”
Su Junmo walked over with his head lowered. He picked up a red slip dress first and began helping her put it on.
Shen Wanwan grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. The skin beneath his palm was smooth and delicate.
Su Junmo hurriedly withdrew his hand. “Wanwan, this isn’t appropriate.”
Was she testing him again?
He truly did not understand why Shen Wanwan kept doing these so-called tests on men every few days.
Every time he went home afterward, he had to drink several cans of cooling herbal tea to calm himself down.
Shen Wanwan let out a soft laugh and quickly put on the dress herself. “What’s inappropriate about it? Don’t you want to?”
She teased him while observing his reaction.
She did not believe Su Junmo was some upright gentleman.
Su Junmo recalled the books and movies Shen Wanwan liked.
He shook his head. “I think I should respect you. This kind of thing shouldn’t be done casually. Only when two people truly love each other should they do something like that. Otherwise, it’s just taking advantage.”
That was right. Shen Wanwan was rich and beautiful.
But she believed in pure love.
Only pure love was what she cherished most.
For men who constantly thought about sleeping with someone at the slightest opportunity, she held deep contempt.
Every time, Su Junmo had no choice but to shape his persona according to her preferences.
He even felt that one day he might as well study Buddhism more seriously and become a high monk.
Detached from women, achieving enlightenment on the spot.
Who else could endure like him?
Satisfied, Shen Wanwan made him try on the clothes for her right there.
This one looked very handsome.
That one was handsome too.
This one suited him quite well.
Su Junmo tried on one outfit after another until he was so tired he collapsed onto the sofa.
“Let’s buy all of these. They all fit well.”
Shen Wanwan waved her hand grandly.
They had come today precisely so she could let him swipe her card.
The more, the better.
Su Junmo showed a gentle smile. “Thank you, Wanwan. You’re so good to me.”
Shen Wanwan stood up and pinched his cheek. “As long as you know I’m good to you. In the future, don’t smile at other women.”
Su Junmo only smiled without replying.
That promise truly could not be made.
After all, she was not his only client.
“Wait, try this belt too.”
Shen Wanwan picked up a leather belt nearby and casually placed her hand on his waist.
Her slender, nimble fingers slipped through the buckle and deftly fastened the belt around him.
“It still feels a little off…”
She was someone with high standards when it came to aesthetics. She lowered her head to examine it but remained dissatisfied.
So she crouched down.
Su Junmo instinctively stepped back slightly and looked down at Shen Wanwan crouching in front of him.
It had to be said, heaven had given her a beautiful face and a perfect family background.
Her skin looked as delicate as porcelain. The faint blush on her cheeks was just right. The upward curve of her lips was captivating.
Wearing the slip dress, below her slender and smooth collarbones was a generous curve. From this angle…
Su Junmo quietly turned his face away.
Looking any further would be impolite.
Shen Wanwan crouched so close in front of him.
She struggled with the buckle, unable to get it into place. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. “It’s a bit too big… Why won’t it go in…”
The air seemed to grow heated.
“So annoying. I can’t get it in. What’s wrong with these designers? Tomorrow I’ll have them fire the designer!”
Her hands were slightly red from the effort.
Just then, a sales assistant pushed the door open. “Sir, Miss, we have a few limited editions here. I’ll bring them in for you.”
In that instant, the air froze.
From the sales assistant’s angle, Su Junmo stood lazily, his expression tense with restraint.
Shen Wanwan appeared half-kneeling in front of him, her hair trembling slightly, seemingly engaged in something unclear.
The fitting room… had it really become dirty?
The sales assistant’s face flushed bright red. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I… interrupted… I’ll leave now…”
With a bang, she shut the door.
In situations like this, customers would definitely file complaints, right?
She hurried away, pulling out her phone to gossip with her friends.
Shen Wanwan finally secured the buckle and stood up, puzzled. “Why did she run off so fast? I still needed her to help pack everything.”
Su Junmo scratched his head. He knew, but he did not say.
“It’s fine. They can come back in to pack it.”
Shen Wanwan hummed in response, then looked him over and suddenly pressed her finger against his chest.
“What is it?”
Su Junmo reached out and held her hand.
“Here… can you tattoo my name here?”
Shen Wanwan blinked, her voice soft and breathy, her expression carrying a mesmerizing beauty.
Su Junmo became alert instantly.
She was acting again. Whenever Shen Wanwan performed, she always looked like this.
He smiled gently and removed her hand. “No, Wanwan.”
As if. That would cost extra.
“Really? But I really want to. What should I do?”
She tested him again. She recalled the way Song Qianqian had looked at Su Junmo on set and felt irritated.
He was hers. Why should anyone else look at him?
She wanted to brand him with something exclusive, so that anyone who saw him would know he belonged to her.
“Wanwan, I’m just a substitute. Are you developing possessiveness toward me? That wouldn’t be fair to Song Yuan. Or is it… that you’ve developed other feelings for me…”
Su Junmo first released her hand righteously. When he mentioned Song Yuan, his face turned sorrowful. By the last sentence, his tone carried a cautious hint of anticipation.
Shen Wanwan snapped back to her senses immediately. An uncontrollable ache rose in her heart.
When he called himself a substitute.
But she reacted quickly and shook off his hand. “Don’t be ridiculous. How could I develop feelings for a substitute? I was just joking. How would someone like you deserve to carry my name? Stop entertaining thoughts you shouldn’t have.”
Her tone turned cold and proud as she picked up the shopping bags and walked out.
She did not forget to have the staff pack up all the clothes.
Su Junmo was left alone in the empty fitting room.
He touched the corner of his slightly upturned lips and let out a light sigh.
Shen Wanwan, your thoughts are as easy to read as ever.
Do you really like Song Yuan that much?
When Song Yuan returns, he could expand into another service.
Helping Shen Wanwan win over Song Yuan. Of course, that would also be at a different price.
He might as well grant her wish.