79. Walking with You to the End of the World

The two people hidden beneath the black cloth weren't doing anything inappropriate.

They were just changing clothes.

Tong Muxue: "Do... you want to help me undress?" Her voice was filled with embarrassment.

Yimo: "I kind of want to, but my arm isn't up to it."

Well, his right arm was injured.

Tong Muxue: "Hehe, I was just joking."

Tong Muxue's heart was racing, and her face was bright red.

It wasn't as though they'd never changed clothes together before.

She just didn't know why she was so nervous this time.

Was it because they were so close, and she felt embarrassed?

Tong Muxue wasn't sure. She only knew that she'd never felt like this before. She couldn't control her emotions at all and had to use words to cover up her embarrassment.

She was no longer a competent liar.

Yimo held up the black cloth with his left hand and his body. He couldn't see anything, really.

But somehow, the atmosphere around them had grown more and more intimate. The temperature seemed to have risen, scorching their hearts and making every inch of their skin grow hot.

Their breathing grew heavier.

Beside his ear came the sound of snow-white, tender skin rubbing against clothes.

Tong Muxue: "Um... could you help me?"

"I... can't reach."

The wedding dress didn't have an especially long train. It was a regular floor-length gown.

But the back still had a zipper, with crisscrossing silk laces that needed to be tied.

She couldn't lace it up and tie it by herself.

Yimo: "Mm."

Yimo agreed, moving closer and clumsily helping Tong Muxue lace up the dress in the darkness.

From time to time, he touched the smooth, delicate, slightly warm skin of Tong Muxue's back.

Tong Muxue pressed her lips together and quietly waited for Yimo