416: Chapter 422: Mature, Naive (2) 416: Chapter 422: Mature, Naive (2) If it weren’t for her makeup being too light and her hairstyle lacking elaborate decoration, she could easily have gone straight to a banquet in what she was wearing!
Indeed, clothes make the man just as gold adorns the Buddha.
At least when Jian Anning changed into a new outfit, with no other acquaintances by her side, she seed to unconsciously revert to that distinguished identity from Toronto.
Her detached expression and serene temperant blended perfectly with her expensive attire, making one feel at first glance that she was a well-born lady with a high education!
At least, Situ Xuan’s eyes lit up when he saw her!
The nearby sales associate had already started to exclaim, “I really didn’t expect it, but these shoes with this dress are just perfect!
Sir, you have a great eye!” While saying this, she also looked around Jian Anning, growing more astonished with each glance.
Situ Xuan narrowed his grey-blue eyes, surveying her from head to toe.
After a long look, he suddenly rembered sothing and abruptly walked outside!
At this, even Jian Anning didn’t know what was going on with Situ Xuan.
Perhaps there was an ergency?
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Just as she was wondering, Situ Xuan ca back inside accompanied by a sales associate from the adjacent Tiffany counter, the associate holding a securely covered jewelry box.
Jian Anning was startled and watched as Situ Xuan took the jewelry box from the associate’s hands.
His slender hands gently opened the box.
Gold and silver chains, interwoven, ford a beautiful brilliance.
The pendant at the bottom was a butterfly shape, surrounded by a ring of small diamonds, shone eye-catchingly in the dim light.
Looking up, his voice was slightly hoarse, “Try this on.”
Before she could respond, he gently picked up the necklace, opened the clasp at the back, and walked over to her side.
Jian Anning just felt his entire body lean in close, his long arms encircling her neck, his arms going from back to front, lightly wrapping the necklace around her neck.
After fastening the clasp, his fingertips lightly brushed her hair, a few strands catching the faint scent of cologne and tobacco from his body, tickling her collarbone.
She stood in front of the mirror, wearing the blue dress from before, and gold high heels.
And Situ Xuan, standing behind her, had not yet moved the arms that had helped her put on the necklace; it was as if he were cradling her shoulders.
In the reflection, the man looked tall and handso, while she, in her new outfit, appeared to be an exceptionally good match.
Situ Xuan also seed to notice the flash of light in her eyes and deliberately lowered his head slightly to speak into her ear, “It looks very nice.”
His voice was low and husky, like a rich cup of black coffee.
Each breath added a warm touch, brushing the fine hair behind her ear.
It was warm and a bit ticklish.
Such purely masculine, mature, restrained, and bewitching aura was entirely different from Yu Zexiao’s.
Proximity without excessive intimacy put her slightly out of ease, yet she did not know how to decisively resist.
She took a small step to the side, slightly lowering her head.
From this angle, Situ Xuan could see a blush spreading across her fair cheeks, and even the pearly lobe of the ear he was breathing into gradually took on a hint of pink.
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