"What about this one..."
Lin Ping took the navy-blue pleated skirt from Lin Shen's hands. She looked it over and over, hesitating to speak.
She did have a few dresses hanging in her closet at home that she rarely wore, but they were all one-piece dresses.
The short skirt Lin Shen recommended was a youthful, schoolgirl-style piece designed for young women.
'For a thirty-two-year-old divorcée like me... isn't it a little too embarrassing to wear something like this?'
A faint blush appeared on Lin Ping's face. After a moment of internal conflict, she looked at Lin Shen and spoke in a low voice.
"President Lin, I don't think this skirt is really suitable for me, is it?"
"Try it on and you'll know."
Lin Shen pulled a white shirt from a nearby rack, handed it to Lin Ping, and gave her perky rear a light pat.
"The fitting rooms are over there. Go change into it and let me see."
"..."
