"I just—!" She grabbed the lingerie and turned so fast she nearly tripped over herself. "I'm changing! Don't talk to me!"
Mo Ran didn't stop her, but just as she reached the bathroom door, his voice followed, rich with laughter—
"Need help?"
Lixue yanked the door shut so hard it shook.
Outside, Mo Ran's laughter echoed through the room.
Lixue stared at herself in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink like it was the only thing keeping her soul from leaving her body.
This is a disaster.
The silk clung to her, delicate and almost weightless, yet it felt heavier than anything she had ever worn. The lace trailed over her skin like a secret, whispering things she absolutely did not want to hear.
She buried her burning face in her hands. "What am I doing? What am I doing?!"
Why did she listen to him?! Why did she actually put it on?! She should've thrown it at his face and run.
