Guan Yunian never doubted his shamelessness, and when he heard what he said, he immediately stood still.

But when he took off her clothes, her shoulders still couldn't help but hesitated, and protested in a low voice: "I can change it myself..."

"It's too late." Yang Shuchen pressed the arm on her shoulder without moving away, opening his domineering lips.

Seeing that she wanted to stretch out his hand to cover his chest, his eyes unconsciously looked towards her chest.

Wherever he looked, the whiteness of the abundance tightened his pupils, and his breathing became uncontrollable.

Damn it!

He believed in his self-control too much.

How many people once wanted to establish a relationship with the Yan family and send women to him, even standing naked in front of him, he didn't feel anything.

But now, she just showed one shoulder, and he could not breathe...

Yang Shuchen's eyes became familiar, and there was a faint glow in the bottom of his eyes.

He clenched his palms, suddenly let go, turned his back, and his voice was dull and scary.

"Give you one minute and change your clothes yourself." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room with vigorous steps.

That back figure, no matter how you look at it, seemed to run away.

Guan Yunian was stunned in place, pressing her chest nervously with one hand, fearing that Yang Shuchen would have a wolfish hair.

He left suddenly, but she was confused.

"What are you still doing? Do you want me to change it for you?" The man's angry voice came in from outside the door.

Guan Yunian was full of excitement, picked up her skirt hurriedly, and changed it quickly.

Obviously he didn't look inside at all, how could he know that she was in a daze?

The man with eyes on the back of his head is terrible!

Guan Yunian was stunned when she put her skirt on and turned to look in the mirror.

The black skirt has a unique pattern, like an unnamed flower and a totem of ethnic minorities.

The sleeveless design reveals her white arms and charming butterfly bones.

The waist-wrapped hip skirt is only knee-length, but with light gauze on both sides of the skirt. With the steps, the light gauze is flying, bringing out a touch of elegance and agility...

Guan Yunian's slender and tall figure, white and delicate skin, made many wealthy daughters feel inferior.

The black color matched her complexion, and gave her a touch of mystery in her gestures.

"Hair will be more **** if you put it down." Yang Shuchen didn't know when he walked up to her and looked at her with surprise.

Stepping forward, her fingers with distinct phalanx, with a light pick, opened her hair loop with her long hair.

The silk-like hair poured down like a waterfall in an instant.

"This dress, when I first saw it, I thought it was very suitable for you." Yang Shuchen hugged her from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and asked her to raise her head and look at herself in the mirror.

Such Guan Yunian is noble and holy, just like a lady of famous background.

"What's missing..." Yang Shuchen reached out and touched his chin. Then, his eyes lit up, he walked to the side, took a pair of high heels from the shoe rack, and put them at Guan Yunian's feet.

Holding her small ankle, gently put it on for her.

No girl doesn't like beautiful skirts.

No one can refuse a man who treats himself as a princess.

When Guan Yunian's mind saw Yang Shuchen squatting on the ground and Zhuo Zun gave her shoes on, nothing was left in front of her eyes.

She couldn't think, couldn't breathe.