"Zhizhi." Qi Shen's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his deep voice, slightly hoarse, slowly escaped from his lips, "From now on, you can only wear the clothes you're wearing in the bedroom."
Fang Zhi lowered his eyes and said softly, "Okay."
Ever since that day when she made up her mind to dance, a faint but inextinguishable flame has been burning deep in her heart, waiting to blaze brightly.
However, with the cultural performance approaching, she didn't want to argue with him over trivial matters and cause further trouble.
In the quiet dressing room, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, in the most intimate pose in the world, their figures close together, each with their own thoughts beneath their skin.
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Qi Shen picked out a long dress for Fang Zhi, with the bottom reaching her ankles and the collar tucked into her neck.
He then picked out a set of clothes from the 97,000 yuan that Fang knew he owed unjustly.
An irregularly hemmed T-shirt and highlighted pants on a man... all I can say is that he's good-looking; after all, a face is the best fashion accessory. But somehow, it just just doesn't look right.
Like
Looking in the mirror, he saw the girl's bright, clear eyes darting around on his reflection. Qi Shen turned around, looking down at her beautiful features, his voice gentle and soft, "Not good?"
The man's handsome face appeared calm and collected, but the downward curve of his lips revealed a hint of his thoughts, as if he would settle accounts with her if he heard her say a single word of dissent.
"Very good." Fang Zhi dipped her finger in the clothes, cleverly avoiding provoking him.
After a moment, she thought that answering "very good" was too insincere, since her true feeling about her brother's outfit was that it was strange. So she lowered her voice to an extremely soft and obedient tone:
"Freedom of dress."
Qi Shen raised his eyebrows slightly, pondered the phrase "freedom of dress" in his heart, and let out a barely audible sneer.
Ah, the little girl is targeting him.
He would never allow her to wear revealing clothes, exposing large areas of skin, even just a glimpse of it; he felt he was at a disadvantage.
Qi Shen's gloomy and obsessive thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't pursue the topic any further.
He extended his hand to her. "Let's go."
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