"Then let’s try both." Jane Sampson saw a black one in the publicity, but the mont she heard there was a bright red, she was tempted too.
She loved the color bright red. Every ti she wore it, it could turn soone’s eyes and nose upside down with fury.
Jane Sampson entered the dressing room, and Jas Black sat on the sofa near the doorway with much patience. He wasn’t like one of the n sitting next to him, who would pass the ti by looking at his mobile phone, nor was he like another gentleman who would pick up the colorful magazines from the table. Instead, he stared intently at the door of the dressing room Jane had entered.
Jane’s hand was injured, making it inconvenient for her to dress, so the salesperson followed her into the room to help, but it still took her longer than others.
Jas glanced at the ti on his wrist; she had been inside for over a minute.
He got up and walked toward the dressing room. Just as he was about to ask if Jane needed his help, the dressing room door opened.
Wearing the black dress, Jane Sampson stepped out with a smiling face and stood before him. Holding the skirt hem with her uninjured left hand, she twirled on the spot and asked him with a mischievous smile, "Does it look good?"
"It looks good," Jas nodded. Yes, she looked good.
She had been good-looking since she was young, and over the many years, that had not changed one bit.
Jane was utterly delighted by Jas’s unequivocal praise. "Then I’ll go try on the red one!"
Jane checked herself out in the mirror, then re-entered the dressing room.
This ti around, she was slightly quicker than just now. Jas didn’t sit back down on the sofa; he stood by the door as usual, and Jane saw him imdiately upon exiting the dressing room.
"How about the red one? Does it look good?" Jane asked him before she even had a chance to look in the mirror.
Jas’s gaze lingered on her lips for a few seconds, then he shifted it sowhat unnaturally and nodded with a grunt.
Indeed, it looked good. Wearing red, she seed even more radiant, and even her lips, which she had applied lipstick to before leaving ho, appeared more enticing.
Jas thought she probably hadn’t eaten much at noon. After all, her hand wasn’t very convenient, and her lipstick was almost untouched and still perfect.
"So, between the black and the red, which color looks better?" Jane puzzled over her reflection in the mirror and then looked up to see Jas standing behind her. "Which color do you think looks better on ?"
"Madam, your fair skin makes you look particularly attractive in any color. And your figure is excellent, like a natural clothes hanger. It just depends on which color you prefer," the salesperson said sweetly.
Jane chuckled gleefully at the complint, no woman could resist such sincere flattery.
"Which color do you like?" Jas asked, patting Jane’s head.
"I don’t know; they both seem beautiful." Jane shrugged, then swayed the skirt hem in front of Jas, "Such a vexing question."
"Then we’ll take both," Jas said to the salesperson standing behind Jane.
He couldn’t provide an answer to which looked better. In his eyes, Jane was beautiful, so everything she wore looked beautiful, and thus this question’s answer was infallible—to buy both would certainly be no mistake.
Sure enough, Jane stared at him blankly for a mont, then slowly, her smile grew so wide she could barely contain it.
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