After finishing the zipper, Ding Yixin continued to patiently adjust the ribbons around Rong Xingyu's waist.
Rong Xingyu felt his face turning as red as a ripe fruit, so hot that it might fall from the branch at any moment.
Yet Ding Yixin, while tying the ribbons, asked from behind him, "Is this okay? Does the waist feel too tight?"
"…"
Rong Xingyu covered his face. "It's fine. Thank you, Dr. Ding."
Once the top half of his outfit was finally in place, Rong Xingyu let out a sigh of relief. He instinctively wanted to leave the dressing room quickly.
He turned around but before he could take a step, the wide skirt didn't move with him. It was caught between the table and a stool.
As soon as he stepped forward, his balance gave way completely and he fell straight into Ding Yixin's arms, just like he was throwing himself at him.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
Ding Yixin reached out and caught Rong Xingyu firmly in his arms.
