By Jiang Mian's own standards, the outfit did look pretty good.
But imagining herself wearing it? No matter how she looked at it, it felt strange!
She was used to wearing nightgowns to bed, but that was either at home or tucked under the covers—private spaces where she felt safe.
Jiang Mian furrowed her brow, unable to stop herself from picturing what it would look like to wear the dress outside.
Well, it wasn't as if she looked bad in anything.
The main concern was that this would set a precedent. Once she started, who knew if she'd be able to stop?
But then again, compared to relying on her delicate appearance to win other people's sympathy, changing into a different outfit didn't seem like such a big deal.
Since she'd chosen to slowly accept his feelings, there was no need to fret over a little thing like this.
When she'd bought it, Jiang Mian had only glanced at the size. She hadn't tried it on.
She held it up against herself. It fit quite well, and the hem fell just a little above her knees. It wasn't too long, so she could live with it.
Then...
The day flew by.
Six in the evening.
Ye Chenyang stood outside Jiang Mian's room, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.
Right after dinner, she'd pulled him over and told him to wait a moment—she wanted him to take a look at something later.
It all felt rather furtive.
He couldn't help thinking of the new clothes Jiang Mian had bought earlier.
No way...
She'd been so shy during the day. Ye Chenyang had thought she'd keep hiding in her shell for a while longer. He hadn't expected her to be so forward.
No. Judging by the way Jiang Mian had responded when they held