Twenty kilometers to Iserlohn.
Zhang Jing accompanied Ding Jiaqi into a women's dress shop. After all, she was 1.7 meters tall, weighed 95 kilograms, had a barely C-cup bust, fair skin, and a slightly chubby face.
With this kind of figure, anything would look good.
Ding Jiaqi immediately picked out a not-too-eye-catching, yet quite exquisite white dress, paired with a pair of crystal high heels.
When she came out of the dressing room, Zhang Jing's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
So beautiful, so pure and clean, his heart pounded uncontrollably. Zhang Jing praised, "Very beautiful, perfect."
Even the shop owner was surprised, remarking that the dress seemed tailor-made for Ding Jiaqi.
Ding Jiaqi, a faint blush on her face, twirled around, clearly enjoying the outfit.
The cloth
