Otoya lowered his head, she covered the spring on her chest, shrank her shoulders, "Nipples."
"What?" He looked like he didn't understand. He pinched it with his fingers and found that the thing was soft. He looked very serious and asked, "What is it for?"
Otoya wanted to die. She didn't know what he was doing there! Why didn't he go downstairs and drink tea?
"Give it to me." She stretched out her hand, and half of the round ball was exposed, bouncing with her movements.
Fu Lingzhi's Adam's apple moved, and he put the thing behind his back with a naughty expression, and his thin lips playfully said, "I'll give it to you if I explain it clearly."
waste time!
She patiently picked up the tulle-like evening dress on the bed, "This dress is too thin to wear underwear, so I have to use this to stick it... there."
"Where?" His handsome nose kept approaching her.
"Where else! This dress is thin, has harsh lines, and is very provocative, so I need to use nipple pasties." She put the evening dress in front of his eyes.
Fu Lingzhi didn't listen at all. He got angry when he saw the skirt. He pulled it off, strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the window and threw it down. He turned around and said angrily, "Who the hell asked you to wear something like this without any seams?"
Good things? Do I have no money or status? It’s embarrassing for me to wear such rags!"
"...It's just that style, not tattered." She felt that talking to such a rigid person like Fu Lingzhi was digging her own grave.
"I can't believe there isn't any decent clothes in this cabinet!" Fu Lingzhi rummaged for a while, pulled out a long dress with a small round neck and threw it to her, "Wear this! Don't wear that kind of thing that lifts your arms.
Your legs are exposed! People would think that my Fu family is reluctant to buy clothes for you, what the hell!"
"..."
That’s not the problem at all, okay? You’re such an antique! You’re rigid, you don’t know how to adapt, you don’t understand trends, and you still have to point fingers!
Otoya made a sad face. The one he threw to her was pink, a bit frivolous, and not suitable for today's occasion, but she had no choice. If she continued to contradict him, she would not be able to go.
He didn't know why, but the hidden buttons of his underwear couldn't be buttoned. When he was panicking, Fu Lingzhi looked at her anxious look, walked up behind her, pinched both sides, and buttoned it up in one go.
He didn't leave even after he finished. The tough suit gently rubbed her smooth back, and his strong breath penetrated her nose. The hot breath he exhaled was like red-hot iron hitting her neck, making her tremble.
Trembling.
He stared blankly at her beautiful curves, then suddenly lowered his head, kissed her neck with his thin lips, and left with a slight touch of water.
Otoya looked at most of his head exposed in the mirror, his narrow eyes slightly squinted, looking thoughtful, and his lips moved, as if he had a long message to say to her, but in the end he just patted her head lightly.
Her shoulder, "Let's go."
She didn't ask any questions, took her bag and followed him downstairs. His back was solid and thick, probably because the black color hid his muscles, revealing a sharp leanness.
He is actually very handsome, good-looking, and very masculine. His handsomeness is not smeared with makeup, but is sharp and neat.