The fingers are not controlled by the brain at all, as if they have independent consciousness, they slowly pull down the zipper.
Then, the dress slipped from the woman's shoulders.
Mu Wanqing shrank in shock, subconsciously tightened her arms, and then saw the man in front of her staring at her like a man possessed.
"You...are wearing this underneath?" He asked curiously, as if opening his eyes for the first time.
Mu Wanqing was so shy that she hurriedly pulled up her dress to put it back on, and stammered: "Wearing evening dresses, they all have this on them... I can't wear normal underwear."
After saying that, she felt incredible.
A man of Wen Zhan's status doesn't know this common sense?
Could it be that he and Lu Kejun really have nothing to do with each other?
Otherwise, as Miss Lu, attending cocktail parties is commonplace, and he should have seen it before.
Wen Zhan swallowed and raised his hand to tear it off when Mu Wanqing quickly pulled up his clothes to stop him, "You... please stop making trouble and get out..."
Where can he get out?
He's about to explode now.
Seeing her resistance, Wen Zhan's Adam's apple rolled again, and he moved closer to the woman again and took the woman into his arms, "Mu Wanqing, you...it's actually quite safe here..."
Wen Zhan admitted that he turned into a beast at this moment.
He is a man with normal physiological needs, but the relationship between his husband and wife is not good, and his wife has to breastfeed at night. Every time he wants to be intimate, he has to rack his brains to satisfy her.
He was almost chapped by the drought.
While confusing her, he kissed her lips again - all the man could think about was those things, and he just wanted to pull off all the obstructive fabrics from her body.
"Okay, okay... Wen Zhan, don't damage your clothes, I can't afford to pay for it." Seeing that the more he kissed, the more he lost control, Mu Wanqing panicked and quickly refused.
Wen Zhan was still unfinished. Although he wanted to continue, he knew that she would definitely not agree, so he respected her wishes in the end.
He could feel that there had been subtle changes in the relationship between the two, which was moving in a good direction. He didn't want to continue to make her unhappy, and the two quarreled again.
Stopping slowly, he lowered his head slightly and looked at the woman's beautiful and bright facial features, and her dark pupils were deep and boundless.
"If it's broken, I'll pay for it. All you need to do is give me a kiss..."
Mu Wanqing suddenly raised her eyes, her thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings trembling in the wind, and her beautiful eyes stared at him in surprise and confusion.
what happened to him?
Suddenly he became good at talking about love, but it was still this sticky and numb love talk.
Weird and penetrating.
Wen Zhan's expression suddenly became embarrassed when she looked at him like this.
Only then did he realize what he had just said.
He was like that little puppy, wagging his tail at women just to ask for a kiss?
There was some resistance in his heart. He might have felt that he was too valuable and could not lose face, so he slightly distanced himself and coughed lightly: "Well... I was just joking."
Mu Wanqing also saw his emotional changes, and then she realized that she was overthinking.
Men, aren't they just thinking animals with their lower body.
It must have been the intimate lovemaking just now. The hormones in his upper brain briefly controlled the language center, allowing him to say the kind of disgusting love words that only a man in love can say.
It doesn't mean anything at all, it's just lust.
"I know...well, go out, I need to change clothes."
Neither of them dared to touch each other's eyes, and she turned away with a blushing face.
Wen Zhan nodded, unconsciously wiped the bridge of his nose out of habit, turned around and left the fitting room.
The door to the room was closed, and she was left alone in the small fitting room.
Mu Wanqing relaxed and could finally breathe freely.
Holding his face with both hands, he recalled the scene just now uncontrollably in his mind.
Although they had been a couple for two years, the only times they had intimacy were at home, in bed, and late at night.
This was the first time they did this kind of thing outside, in the daytime, in the fitting room.
Although she was ashamed, it was undeniable that she felt happy deep inside.
Because that man couldn't help but be obsessed with her, and he was obsessed with her - even if it was just physical, even if he was just addicted to her body, at least it meant that he still needed her.
That's right, Mu Wanqing was shaken again.
I knew I shouldn't be dominated by him so easily, but I just couldn't control it.
In the confusion just now, Wen Zhan had already helped her pull down the zipper.
She carefully took off her dress, hung it on the hanger, and put her own clothes back on.
After calming down inside for a while, she opened the door, blushed and bowed her head in embarrassment and came out.
Wen Zhan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery to calm his excitement.
Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around, his expression returning to normal.
However, it is much gentler than his cold attitude in the past.
"The one just now doesn't work. You should choose something more conservative. It's cold, so don't wear something so cool." He found a high-sounding reason for his pettyness and possessiveness.
Mu Wanqing probably knew what he was thinking, secretly thinking that men do have machismo.
Even if you don't love the other person, as long as that person holds the title of your own wife, they cannot be coveted by outsiders in the slightest.
If those young girls with ideas and personalities are left alone and their husbands don't let them wear them, then they have to wear them - their own bodies make the decision, and their husbands can't control them no matter how gorgeous they are.
But she is not.
She had never been to such an occasion, and she was not used to relying on her extraordinary "career line" to attract attention. So when Wen Zhan said this, she immediately nodded: "You can just pick it. Whichever one you want, I'll do it." All is OK.”
Wen Zhan curled his lips and smiled. He liked her attitude very much. He felt that she was so well-behaved and cute today, and he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms and kiss her hard.
Downstairs, Wen Ting finished entertaining the guests and figured that the work upstairs should be finished, so she came up again.
Worried about spoiling her cousin's good deeds and being offended, she deliberately raised her voice when she went upstairs and asked: "Third brother, third sister-in-law, have you chosen your clothes?"
Mu Wanqing was wearing a champagne-colored high-collar sleeveless evening dress and stood in front of the mirror to comment on Wen Zhan.
Hearing the sound, Wen Zhan looked back at his cousin and pointed his finger: "That's it."
Wen Ting was speechless when she saw it, and complained: "Third brother, why don't you wrap your wife in a quilt and go to the reception."
The dress was very long, from the neck to the ankles, and everything was tight except for the arms.
Oh yes, that long skirt also comes with a pair of matching long gloves, which are like sunscreen ice sleeves, so even the arms are not exposed.
I am really speechless!
Mu Wanqing looked at Wen Ting and smiled sweetly, "That's it. It's pretty good and warm."
"..." Wen Ting was speechless and sighed, "Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. With my third brother's temperament, I have to marry you."
Mu Wanqing said nothing, her newly calmed mood rippled slightly, and then became scorching.
Wen Zhan was in a good mood today and was rarely leisurely. He dragged Mu Wanqing to try on five or six more dresses, and finally ordered them all.
In order to match the dress, Wen Ting recommended six or seven bags.
Mu Wanqing was speechless: "I don't want so many, and I can't wear them..."
