*Teaching the secretary to be a M?* (1)
Zhang Wei paused, surprised by her reaction, before burying his face between her neck and hair. "Why are you worried? It's just a dress; I can buy you a few more."
"No..." Wu Xue whispered, struggling slightly. "I-It's not just a dress."
"Hm?" Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, the sudden change in her demeanor catching him off-guard.
"I-It's the dress I bought for my first date," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitance.
Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed as he realized she was indeed wearing different clothes; he hadn't given it much thought before. He let go of her and took a step back, his expression softening with understanding. "I see."
Wu Xue fidgeted with the torn fabric, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia washing over her.
The dress held sentimental value, a reminder of a significant moment.
She glanced at Zhang Wei, searching his eyes for a reaction.
Would he understand the significance this held for her?