"Fu Yanci, can I help you with your tie, please?"
"No!"
"But we... should leave soon, weren’t we scheduled to..."
"There’s still ti!"
"Fu Yanci, I..."
Rip!
The fabric tore open, accompanied by the sound of pearls from the buttons scattering far across the floor.
The quiet fitting room was suddenly scorching with only their breathing audible.
Ye Li didn’t know how things had progressed to this.
He had already eaten, hadn’t he?
And she wasn’t trying to seduce him, she just wanted to keep her promise and show him the Green Waist.
That was all.
"Fu Yanci..."
Soft and enticing, made even more tempting by her sporadic, light panting, Ye Li was nearly in tears.
It was her new cheongsam.
An old tailor in Mo Du had taken asurents and spent several months crafting it.
She had planned to wear it to the Fu Mansion during Spring Festival.
But now, it was ruined before they even left the main bedroom of Lishan Mansion.
"Ah Li, don’t cry..."
Kissing her reddened eye corners, Fu Yanci’s voice was incredibly husky, "In a few days, I’ll take you to Mo Du, and we’ll make a hundred more, alright?"
"No, Fu... Fu Yanci..."
Before, she just felt like the na was a label.
People either loved or revered him calling him Yanci.
Many more apprehensively called him Uncle Fu, even though he was decades younger than so of them.
Whether Fu Yanci or Uncle Fu, it never felt particularly special.
This was the first ti Fu Yanci realized how beautiful his na sounded.
"Ah Li, it’s too tight..."
Except for the first button where the pearl popped off, the others easily fell apart.
Further up, his palm couldn’t even fit.
The more hastily he tried, the harder it was to undo.
Holding her waist with one hand, Fu Yanci applied a bit of force, and an ear-piercing ripping sound echoed as the high-slit cheongsam instantly split into two.
"Fu Yanci!!!"
Glancing down, Ye Li tried to kick him and ended up with her ankle hung on his waist.
The fitting room light was bright.
The stark white light cast down, making her skin on her abdon and legs look as smooth as jade, even whiter than the cheongsam itself,
making her cheeks flush even more enticingly.
In the intoxicating fragrance, the dazed girl’s body seed to lack color, yet her eyes were brightly sparkling and clear.
Both pure and desiring.
Fu Yanci felt a need for extre focus to avoid losing control.
Deliberately slowing down, Fu Yanci gently kissed her.
"Ah Li, look..."
The man’s movents were gentle, seemingly planning to let her go.
Ye Li opened her eyes and followed his gaze, just for a mont, then her face turned even redder.
The torn white cheongsam loosely hung at her waist, creating slight ripples with his gentle motions.
Black shirt.
White cheongsam.
Interweaving together.
The black becoming deeper and more frenzied.
The white even purer and saintly.
Yet under the cover of depth and purity, they were the most chaotic.
With just one look, Ye Li quickly shifted her eyes away.
But deep within, it seed as if warm lake water was gushing forth in her heart.
Even the spacious fitting room suddenly felt cramped, amplifying every sound to an embarrassingly loud level.
But Ye Li could no longer care.
"Fu Yanci... Fu Yanci..."
Biting her lip, Ye Li tightly clung to Fu Yanci’s neck, ssily reciprocating his kisses.
There were no windows to see the night outside.
But in the fitting mirror, the black grew thicker and more urgent, like a tornado rushing from the horizon.
The wind was fierce, scattering the clouds.
Yet in the mont of dispersal, they gathered together again.
The wind howled, whimpering for a long ti.
And didn’t stop...
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