Jiang Jianian's close proximity was a bombardment for Ye Zhiwei. This man already knew how to take advantage of her, and he probably knew that Ye Zhiwei was very satisfied with his face. Now he could use him with ease and without any psychological pressure.
Ye Zhiwei turned her face to the side, and Jiang Jianian had already started to unbutton Ye Zhiwei's slightly blazer. After taking off the blazer, there was a V-neck knit sweater underneath, which also had small buttons. Ye Zhiwei pressed his hand down when he was halfway off the sweater.
Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei.
Ye Zhiwei tensed up under Jiang Jianian's gaze. Although she could roughly tell that he had ill intentions, the way he looked at her with such a handsome face and such a deep and intense gaze made it impossible for Ye Zhiwei to say anything to refuse.
She even felt the atmosphere was both stuffy and hot because of Jiang Jianian's gaze, and a sense of irritation rose in her heart for no reason.
Something else is bound to happen.
Whenever Jiang Jianian stares at me like that, I always feel like she's going to coax me into doing something.
Ye Zhiwei stepped back and quickly re-buttoned all the buttons that Jiang Jianian had unbuttoned. Seeing Jiang Jianian's squinting eyes and seemingly displeased mood, she quickly came up with an explanation: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry. I need to eat something before taking the measurements."
"After you finish eating, do you still think the measurements are accurate?" Jiang Jianian asked Ye Zhiwei slowly and deliberately, which stunned Ye Zhiwei even more.
Ye Zhiwei had no intention of Jiang Jianian actually measuring her bust, waist, and hip measurements.
Would she actually wear that maid outfit?
She would never wear that.
However, under Jiang Jianian's watchful gaze, Ye Zhiwei probably knew that a direct refusal would not yield any good results. Moreover, Jiang Jianian's greatest strength was changing her mind, and his methods were extremely excessive, shameless, and despicable.
Ye Zhiwei said dryly, "Then just deduct a little bit of the value, roughly, and that'll be fine, besides—"
"And what?"
As if she had just thought of something, Ye Zhiwei immediately said excitedly, "The designer I used to work with would send a female assistant to my house to measure my bust, waist, and hip measurements every six months when they needed to make custom designs. I have her contact information, I'll ask her."
He picked up his phone to find the female assistant's contact information, but before he could find the chat window, Jiang Jianian took the phone away.
"My...my phone!"
Jiang Jianian glanced at Ye Zhiwei and said in a nonchalant tone, "Weren't you hungry?"
Ye Zhiwei immediately asked, "Are you going to make me a midnight snack?"
“Yes.” Jiang Jianian, who had confiscated Ye Zhiwei’s phone, put it in his pocket and said in a calm tone, “But I also have conditions.”
"What are the conditions?"
Jiang Jianian chuckled, "I'll tell you later."
They're even keeping us in suspense.
With such a determined look, Ye Zhiwei knew without a doubt what Jiang Jianian was up to. She wouldn't easily agree to this shameless request; she would deal with whatever came her way. Besides, saying she was hungry was just a delaying tactic. After all, she had to hide as long as she could, or she would be bullied by Jiang Jianian soon.
Jiang Jianian went downstairs, and Ye Zhiwei followed.
Jiang Jianian was in the kitchen, and Ye Zhiwei was also in the kitchen.
The boy didn't ask Ye Zhiwei to do anything; he just had her stand aside and watch while he started making a late-night snack.
He is now very skilled at cooking, and probably guessed that Ye Zhiwei wanted to stall for time, so he didn't make any main dishes, but instead chose the lobster that the kitchen was preparing for tomorrow.
The lobsters were just bought this morning and have already undergone some simple processing. Jiang Jianian took them directly out of the freezer, rinsed them again, and worked very efficiently. He cut the lobsters in half, removed some inedible parts, then first removed the fishy smell, and then started seasoning and marinating them.
His movements were so skilled that Ye Zhiwei watched as Jiang Jianian's slender fingers swiftly and skillfully processed the lobster. Before she could even notice, the lobster, as big as her arm, was already seasoned, covered with a thick layer of cheese, and placed on a baking tray, ready to be put into the oven.
Before the high-temperature baking even started, Ye Zhiwei could already smell the aroma of cheese lobster. She had just been thinking that if Jiang Jianian made any unreasonable demands, she would resolutely refuse even if it meant being bombarded with delicious food.
She forgot just how tempting the food really was.
Jiang Jianian proposed to personally measure Ye Zhiwei's waist circumference.
Ye Zhiwei clenched her fist: It's just measuring her waist. It's not impossible for her to wear a tight-fitting tank top for Jiang Jianian to measure.
Cheese crayfish are baking in the oven, and the aroma has already wafted through the oven. Jiang Jianian has started making fruit pies.
He found butter, milk, cream, cake flour, the strawberry jam he had made before, and fresh, washed strawberries.
When the cheesy lobster was ready, Jiang Jianian paused his strawberry pie, put on heat-resistant gloves, and took the lobster out. The lobster was baked until very hot, with the aroma of seafood and a large layer of cheese on top. The rich, golden cheese was generously spread over the lobster meat, making it taste especially fresh and delicious.
Ye Zhiwei agreed to Jiang Jianian's request.
She had told herself that she shouldn't eat anything else after the late-night snack, since she wasn't hungry to begin with, but after eating the grilled lobster, she inexplicably felt even hungrier.
Then she agreed to Jiang Jianian's request to have her hip circumference measured and ate a strawberry pie.
Finally, Jiang Jianian took out the egg and milk pudding she had made that morning.
Looking at the cool, golden milk pudding, Ye Zhiwei gave in again and agreed to Jiang Jianian's last request.
...
After being bombarded with delicious food, Ye Zhiwei, clutching her slightly chubby belly, led Jiang Jianian back to her room. The room was still heated, and Ye Zhiwei took off her clothes and pants, but instead of Jiang Jianian's proper measurement, she was met with...
When Jiang Jianian stood in front of Ye Zhiwei with the measuring tape, he no longer intended to measure her properly. He took a slight step forward, and Ye Zhiwei inexplicably retreated, back onto the bed, where she was gently pushed by Jiang Jianian.
She tried to get up, but Jiang Jianian held her hand down. His voice changed as he smiled and whispered in Ye Zhiwei's ear, "Can you guess what I'm going to do to you next?"
"It's not about taking measurements—"
“We’re already in your room, and you’ve cooperated so much, how could it still be just a simple measurement?” The boy’s voice was hoarse with a hint of amusement as he whispered, “Ye Zhiwei, you’re so easy to fool.”
He held Ye Zhiwei's hand, the rice ruler long since lost to him. Standing by the bed, he was no longer the aloof man he had been when he first entered the room; he seemed to have been tainted by some emotion, tightly holding Ye Zhiwei's hand and gently kissing it.
Then--
...
...
He seemed to be constantly testing Ye Zhiwei's bottom line. Looking at the thin layer of sweat on Ye Zhiwei's body, his gaze grew increasingly serious, and the nature of what he wanted to do kept changing.
Ye Zhiwei finally sensed something. Just as Jiang Jianian's rationality was about to completely collapse, she firmly held down Jiang Jianian's hand and looked at him with slightly wet eyes.
Pitiful and wronged.
She silently accused Jiang Jianian of bullying her.
Jiang Jianian took a deep breath. He seemed to have made a very difficult decision, forcefully suppressing the emotions that were about to overwhelm him. He slowly stopped what he was doing, tucked Ye Zhiwei's dark, stray hairs behind her ear, and whispered to comfort her, "I'm sorry."
He stopped moving, but his eyes were filled with desire, staring at Ye Zhiwei as if he could devour her, but in the end he did nothing.
"Will you be angry?" Ye Zhiwei asked cautiously.
“How could I be the one who’s angry?” Jiang Jianian kissed Ye Zhiwei again, but considering that he had almost lost control of his reason, he kept his distance, stroked Ye Zhiwei’s lips with his fingers, and whispered to Ye Zhiwei, “It’s my fault. I should have slowed down the pace. You should not be angry with me, baby.”
He apologized, called her "baby," and said things like that.
Ye Zhiwei wrapped her arms around Jiang Jianian's neck and kissed him hard.
The touching atmosphere didn't last long before Jiang Jianian, suppressing his emotions, suddenly announced a few numbers: "88-59-88."
"What?"
"My measurements just came from."
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