As he spoke, his large hand teasingly pinched her waist.
"Stop it," Di Jinxuan blushed, snatching the dress, "I'll go try it on."
Saying this, she dashed into the dressing room like a wisp of smoke.
Nangong Jin smiled and sat down in the resting area, waiting for her to try on the clothes.
The dignified yet coquettishly charming old man settled himself on the sofa, naturally crossing his legs manner of Erlang, exuding a charm that was effortlessly overwhelming, turning the cheeks of a few shop assistants red as they stared at him unabashedly.
Nangong Jin, accustomed to such attention, ignored it completely, leisurely taking out a cigarette and lighting one up.
Technically, smoking is not allowed in such malls, but unexpectedly, no one stopped him, possibly because even Nangong Jin's smoking was too good-looking, so much so that it made people forget to intervene.
It wasn't long before Di Jinxuan came out, having changed into the dress.
