Luo Yangyang communicated with the consecrated in Huaxia, but the clerk couldn't understand it, and when he saw the consecrated enter the fitting room, he didn't have the courage to stop him.

"Baby, I haven't seen you for a few minutes, are you missing me?"

After Feng Sheng entered the fitting room and closed the door, he looked at Luo Yangyang, who was standing against the wall, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Luo Yangyang wore a long skirt with both shoulders and mopping floors, black, and importantly, the neckline was not a low neckline.

Although the dress is a little tight, it wraps her perfect figure.

But the top and bottom are not exposed, and this dress is quite satisfying to the canonization.

"You're thinking too much!" Luo Yangyang, who had his hands behind his back, retorted angrily, turned his back to the consecration, and said, "I can't pull the zipper, you help me pull it." ”

As Luo Yangyang turned, her waist-length hair swept a graceful arc in the air.

Feng Sheng saw her thin back, which was covered by long hair, not to mention the zipper of the dress, her hands were invisible.

In the fitting room, which was not very spacey, the canonization took a step forward.

Pulling Luo Yangyang's long hair in front of her, the canonization saw that her zipper was only half pulled.

Feng Sheng gently pushed Luo Yangyang's hand away, took the zipper from her hand, and pulled it up.

"It's a little tight."

The canonized pull got stuck after a little bit, no wonder the little thing couldn't pull it up on its own.

"Ah...... Slow down, my hair is stuck. ”

Luo Yangyang's scalp was numb, he gasped in pain, and complained a little.

"Don't move, I'll untie your hair."

Feng Sheng slightly bent down to take a closer look, and the zipper was stuck in the hair.

"Ah...... Tap. ”

Luo Yangyang couldn't see the movement of the saint behind her, and her hair was pulled so that her scalp hurt again, so she whispered softly.

"Don't scream so seductively, or people outside will think we're doing something."

Feng Sheng carefully tugged at his hair, his movements were gentle, and a wicked smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

“…… They probably don't understand what we're saying. ”

Luo Yangyang's eyebrows moved, and after being silent for a few seconds, he explained for himself.

"It's because you don't understand it that it's easier for people to misunderstand."

The smile in Feng Sheng's cold eyes became even stronger.