"Sir, this dress should be made of silk and satin—"
Qin Yuan pointed to the purple cheongsam pattern he drew last night.
"I want this dress in the evening. It's made of gauze only!"
On the side, Fan Defu looked embarrassed.
"Sir, you didn't make a reservation in advance. There are many customers in this shop who have already—"
Qin Yuan didn't even look at Fan Defu. He took a few strings of copper coins from the servant and placed them on the counter.
"Is it okay?"
"OK!"
Without waiting for Old Man Liao to speak, Fan Defu quickly took all ten strings of copper coins into his arms.
Qin Yuan didn't think it was expensive at all to spend ten strings of cash to make a cheongsam.
Because cheongsam ladies are priceless!
Seeing that Fan Defu had already agreed, Old Man Liao didn't say much, after all, he was the shopkeeper.
"Sir, who will wear this dress? I need to take your measurements."
If he concentrates on making this dress, he can finish it in less than two days.
I can't make this dress without the size and just the pattern.
Hearing this, Qin Yuan picked up the pen and without any hesitation, quickly wrote down the detailed dimensions of the dress next to the cheongsam pattern.
He didn't need to measure every part of Ming Zhanxue's body, as it was all in his mind.
Old Man Liao looked at the dimensions on the paper.
"Sir, if I don't take your measurements myself, I'm afraid the clothes won't fit."
When he makes clothes, he always takes measurements himself before he knows exactly what the garment will look like.
This young man is obviously a rich and noble man. If the clothes are not fit well, he will inevitably be blamed.
Qin Yuan put down the pen in his hand.
"Don't worry, this size is absolutely correct."
"If the clothes really don't fit, I will never blame you."
Old man Liao wanted to insist on measuring himself, but was pushed behind by Fan Defu.
Qin Yuan didn't stay any longer and left the clothing store under the gaze of the women.
…
In the evening, Qin Yuan received the finished gauze cheongsam as promised.
Qin Yuan opened the brocade box and took a look.
Very good, exactly the same as my design.
I finally understand why many rich young men in my previous life loved to use money to bully others.
This is a really authentic thing to do!
Purple cheongsam.
Slightly transparent.
Still holding the pipa with half her face covered.
Perfect.
At night, I let my wife change into clothes and wait for me in bed.
After dinner.
Qin Yuan placed a brocade box on the table and said with a smile, "Today is my wife's birthday. This is a gift from your husband to you."
Ming Zhanxue smiled sweetly, opened the brocade box and took out the purple dress.
But when the dress unfolded, she froze.
This is not a dress!
The sleeves are only as long as the palm of your hand, and the slits at the hem almost reach the waist.
You can cover your body better by tearing a piece of cloth, cutting a hole in it and putting it over your head.
A faint blush suddenly appeared on her jade-like face.
She complained angrily, "My husband, this is not a gift for me, it's clearly a gift for myself!"
Bang!
He closed the box angrily and turned his head away.
"My wife..." Qin Yuan hugged Ming Zhanxue and said coquettishly.
Ming Zhanxue couldn't stand Qin Yuan's pleading.
I had no choice but to hold the brocade box and go back to my room to change clothes.
A cup of tea passed.
Ming Zhanxue looked up and down at the tight-fitting dress, then looked at herself in the bronze mirror.
The palm slid from top to bottom. The skirt was tight, showing her graceful figure to the fullest.
only……
She tightly grasped the slits on both sides with both hands, but it still couldn't cover the large area of white exposed on her slender legs.
If the slit wasn't so high, it wouldn't be so annoying.
Then she slowly turned around, straightened her body, and showed herself in front of Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan looked at his wife standing straight in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
My sister is right! Purple is really charming!
The brocade robe is gorgeous, the posture is graceful, the buttocks are round, the legs are beautiful, and the waist is slender.
A strong sense of classical interest permeated Ming Zhanxue's body:
The high collar shows off the slender neck, which seems to be neither exposed nor not exposed.
The flower buckles formed by spiral twists and turns are in harmony with each other, and they seem to be unable to express themselves.
She has a curvy figure, a slender waist that can be held in one hand, and she is graceful and charming without being coquettish.
In the gap between the two high-split skirts, the white legs are faintly visible, and the woman's charm is swaying endlessly in an instant.
The joy and satisfaction in the hearts of the viewers rise up like a wedding night or a name on the imperial examination, permeating every inch of their skin.
Qin Yuan couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
Ming Zhanxue also cooperated very well and shrank back: "What are you doing...you...you don't come over here!"
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