You stand near the changing room in another boutique, where Ning dragged you under the pretext that she wanted to buy a new wardrobe. You don't mind her spending your money, but wandering around the shops for several hours has drained you, especially after a long day of work. Your hands full with bags from previous stores, you wait for Yizhuo to try on what must be her thousandth dress.

Her voice calls you from inside the changing room, and you set down your purchases along with your half-finished coffee before stepping inside. The small space immediately feels warmer, more intimate with her presence.

There she stands in a stunning black dress that clings tightly to her curves, accentuating every contour of her body. She moves closer, placing a hand on your shoulder with a mischievous grin that sends familiar heat through your body.