"Mr. He, I would like to trouble you to take a picture of Mr. Zhao trying on these clothes and send it to me. I will make improvements based on the photo and redesign some clothes that suit his unique temperament."
"It should be possible."
"Okay, thank you very much, Mr. He. Once this batch of designs is finished, could you please arrange for Mr. Zhao to be my model for a magazine shoot? I'll pay him!"
"Well...we'll talk about it later."
After seeing the designer off, He Youyou took out a set of loungewear from the box and held it up against Zhao Changqing.
The color and size are both suitable.
She placed the clothes on his lap: "Try changing into this."
Zhao Changqing stared intently at the television, his eyes unblinking: "Hmm, in a bit."
But his body didn't move.
Seeing that he was so engrossed, He Youyou ignored him and went back to her study on her own.
At dinner time, Zhao Changqing sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the television, holding his rice bowl, and started shoveling food into his mouth.
At ten o'clock at night, He Youyou finished her work for the day and came out of the study.
I glanced into the living room.
The person was still sitting in front of the TV, seemingly unmoved.
She thought for a moment, then remained silent.
She went upstairs to take a shower and found the sexiest low-cut nightgown in the pajamas in the walk-in closet.
Get dressed and go downstairs.
I walked back and forth in front of the TV a few times.
The person remained motionless.
He Youyou couldn't stand it anymore.
She walked over, straddled his lap, and asked, "Does it look good?"
"nice."
Her red lips brushed against his ear: "Is the TV show prettier, or am I prettier?"
Zhao Changqing suddenly came to his senses.
I looked away from the TV and realized there was someone else on top of me.
A seductive person.
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