Leng Juo's gaze slowly shifted from the dress to Qiao Yimo, and said lightly to the clerk: "83, 59, 78."

The clerk was stunned for a few seconds at first, and then reacted, "I understand."

He is handsome and looks rich. The key is to remember his girlfriend's measurements. He is a really good man.

The clerk could not help but commit a little nympho in his heart.

Originally, Qiao Yimo was still shopping for clothes, but he heard Leng Juan talking about three sets of numbers that she was very familiar with.

After a few seconds, Qiao Yimo reacted.

She had black lines on her face, and her eyes were staring coldly and resentfully.

Can you still have fun?

Know her measurements?

Do you want to be so perverted?

Leng Juan received Qiao Yimo's different eyes and smiled low.

She...shy again.

Not long after, the clerk took out a dress that fits Qiao Yimo's size from the warehouse and handed it over.

Qiao Yimo was speechless. He wanted to refuse, but the man said, "Try it. If it doesn't fit, then forget it."

She stood there and squeezed her eyebrows for a few seconds, then picked up the red dress and walked into the changing room.

Qiao Yimo, who doesn't usually wear skirts, is now facing a big Waterloo.

She found that the zipper of this dress could not be pulled up.

The clothes are stuck in the half center, and neither are they worn or taken off.

"Miss salesperson." Qiao Yimo called for help in the changing room, hoping that the clerk could help him.

Unexpectedly, he yelled several times, and the people outside were as dead, and no one could hear him.

At this moment, the door of the changing room was slowly pushed in by outsiders.

Qiao Yimo thought it was the clerk's young lady who came, so he didn't know how to hide it, and said lightly: "Hello, help me close the zipper on the back."

The cold and tired person who had just waited outside the door for a long time thought that Qiao Yimo had changed his clothes, but never thought that he was facing this gorgeous back.

The white and delicate back with butterfly bones makes people suffocate.

The changing room has good soundproofing, and Qiao Yimo didn't respond to Qiao Yimo after crying several times.

So... a shock flashed in the man's eyes, she... so beautiful.

Seeing that the young lady behind him hadn't moved, Qiao Yimo turned to remind her.

At the moment when she turned around, Leng Juo suddenly stepped forward and pulled the zipper behind her.

The voice said in a low voice: "It's me."

Qiao Yimo was taken aback by the sound, and then he couldn't help but stepped back.

Leng Juo rolled his throat subconsciously, seeming to want to catch some moments. Randomly, he looked at Qiao Yimo's front face through the mirror in the dressing room, his eyes were very familiar, showing a bit of appalling desire. see.

Qiao Yimo was stunned, and the two cheeks were close together, the breath surrounding each other, as if they were about to burn in the next second.

When the zipper in the man's hand was finally completed, Qiao Yimo took a deep breath into the mirror.

Just as Qiao Yimo was about to turn around, she was pinched by the waist and couldn't move.

Qiao Yimo's face changed slightly.

The man's low voice came, "Don't move, let me slow down."

Qiao Yimo was stunned. He was confined to his chest, feeling his crazy heartbeat.

She sighed deeply.

The gun went off...

A weird posture was forbidden for a long time.

A few minutes later, Qiao Yimo asked in a dumb voice, "Are you relieved?"

Leng Tiong put his hands on both sides of her ears, sniffing the unique taste of the girl, and his voice was low and sexy, "Yeah."

Qiao Yimo turned his head and glanced at the man, his eyes sharp as ice, as if he was a bit disgusted.

In fact, Qiao Yimo wanted to kill a man in his heart.

She steals her tofu every time...

Leng Juan received Qiao Yimo's eyes and sighed helplessly. He was saved.

No matter what she is doing or where, as long as she thinks of her, her body will undergo some inexplicable change.

Outside, the shop assistant said kindly: "Miss, do you still fit?" JrNovels.com