Yang Chen reached out to lift the curtain and go in, already imagining the scene inside the fitting room.
However, before Yang Chen could lift the curtain, as soon as his hand touched it, he was stopped by a small hand.
"Don't come in, just help me with the clasp." Ye Xin's voice came through.
Hearing this, Yang Chen felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him—quite a letdown.
Nevertheless, Yang Chen wasn't discouraged and softly said, "If I don't come in, how can I help you with the clasp?"
Ye Xin replied, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Give me your hand!"
Yang Chen shrugged helplessly and reached his hand inside. He soon found the clasp and gently fastened it for Ye Xin before withdrawing.
He wasn't about to do anything excessive; after all, this was a public place, and he knew Ye Xin wasn't the kind of person to be frivolous.
After a moment, Ye Xin came out with a piece of lingerie in her hand.
