After Lin Youchu entered the fitting room clutching the clothes like a startled little rabbit, Jiang Che lounged boredly against the leather sofa, casually surveying his surroundings.
Before long, a commotion from the women's clothing counter next door piqued his interest in watching the show.
A delicate-looking young man in cheap black-rimmed glasses and a faded plaid shirt stood there with bloodshot eyes, glaring ahead like an enraged bull.
Opposite him stood an arrogant young man nearly six feet tall, dressed head to toe in Armani's latest haute couture.
Nestled in the arrogant young man's arms was a pretty woman in a bodycon skirt, her legs sheathed in Balenciaga black stockings.
"Oh my... Young Master Sun, why are you so naughty~"
The black-stockinged woman named Li Ya not only failed to push away the man's wandering hand, but pressed her delicate body even more tightly into his embrace.
She raised a soft little fist and lightly thumped his expensive Armani-clad chest, her eyes shimmering with mock reproach and resentment.
"You're actually taking such shameless advantage of me right in front of my boyfriend... You're so awful~"
Though her words sounded reproachful, Li Ya's exquisitely made-up face was filled with an irrepressibly delighted smile.
Far from feeling the slightest shame at Young Master Sun's thrilling act of NTRing her right in front of her boyfriend—practically shitting on the official boyfriend's head—
she instead felt an indescribable, sickly excitement rise from deep within her bones!
"Hahaha! You naughty little slut!"
The young man named Sun Hai burst into unrestrained laughter.
Not only did he fail to restrain himself, he directly raised the hand wearing a Patek Philippe watch and, right before Wu Xiao's eyes, mercilessly slapped Li Ya across her rounded backside!
The crisp smack was especially piercing within the boutique.
"Mmm~~