Chapter 96 I won't hold you accountable: Tell your boyfriend to get out here.
After the afternoon classes were completely over, Reinhardt had no other plans for the evening, so he decided to try on the new clothes that Victoria had sent him, take some photos for her feedback, and then go on the broadcast to hear her new confession.
Because the listener is a nun, Victoria's recent clothing designs have deliberately leaned towards that direction.
The same applies to today's set.
The main body of the dress is made of black fabric, while the collar and cuffs are covered with pure white lace. The lace was hand-woven by Victoria, with delicate and intricate patterns that exude understated luxury against the black fabric.
There was a layer of black veil on her head, with no pattern, but the edges were covered with black lace strips.
It wasn't difficult to put on. Reinhardt put on the slightly curled long blonde wig and quickly put the clothes on.
She was wearing a petticoat, and only then did Reinhardt realize that she was wearing white stockings underneath.
The very conscientious model had no choice but to slowly walk to the bedside and sit down.
The hem of her skirt was gently lifted to her knees, revealing her bare calves. The lace at the edge of her stockings shimmered in the twilight, like a spiderweb shrouded in morning mist, perfectly balanced and comfortable.
Reinhardt felt good about the clothes, so he took out his phone to take some photos of Victoria and explain his experience of trying them on.
However, just as he picked up his phone, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar doorknob turning. He froze for a moment, momentarily distracted and bewildered.
The school dormitory was a double room, and since his roommate hadn't shown up in the six months since he moved in, Reinhardt had almost always experienced someone else turning the doorknob. So much so that when the doorknob was already pressed down and the latch made a clear unlocking sound, this beautiful guy with long, flowing blond hair and wearing a nun's gown suddenly came to his senses.
His usually expressionless face showed a rare hint of helplessness. He instinctively lunged forward, trying to grab the doorknob from the inside to prevent the person outside from entering.
But he hadn't expected the man outside the door to be so incredibly strong, and he simply couldn't keep up with his speed. Reinhardt's lunge landed squarely in the chest of a tall, muscular man.
Reinhardt's body was thrown aside by the inertia of another person who was as still as a mountain, and he felt a tightness behind his waist as a strong hand lifted him up.
Reinhardt stumbled, barely managing to steady himself. He looked up and met a pair of deep, black eyes. The newcomer was extremely tall, dressed in simple black training clothes that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, still radiating the heat of someone who had just come from the sports field.
The other person's gaze was almost tangible, filled with undisguised astonishment. It slowly swept from the faint blush that rose on Reinhardt's face due to panic, across his loose golden hair, past the delicate white lace collar of his nun's habit, past the white stockings he had just carefully put on, and the lace trim that was faintly visible at the base of his thighs, all exposed under the cold light of the dormitory ceiling lamp.
The air seemed to freeze.
Reinhardt's mind went blank, his long-maintained cold mask shattered completely, and his ears burned uncontrollably. He tried to back away, but the hand around his waist held him firmly like an iron clamp, and even as he struggled, it inadvertently brushed his thumb against the side of his leg through his stockings.
We're doomed.
Reinhardt thought so.
The black-haired man in front of him seemed to be on the phone, with the phone still to his ear. Reinhardt could clearly hear a question coming from the other end of the line.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"
The handsome, dark-haired man frowned, his gaze sweeping over Reinhardt before turning back to the room. Without another word, he abruptly ended the communication.
He released Reinhardt and focused his gaze entirely on him, his deep voice tinged with impatience.
"Tell your boyfriend to come out here."
He doesn't recognize himself.
Reinhardt paused, his mind racing. His first instinct was to run outside, trying to escape the awkward situation. But the man's body was too large for the double doors, almost completely blocking the open doorway.
Before he could take another step forward, the latter grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the dormitory.
He slammed the door shut behind him and said in an unfriendly tone, "This is a boys' dormitory. Do you think you're safe running out dressed like this?"
"I won't hold you accountable, but tell your boyfriend to get out here."
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